EPISODE · Jul 8, 2024 · 2 MIN
Lost
from Poetry by Tim Windisch · host Tim Windisch
Lost Used to know, maybe not but I thought I understood Mind it goes, in and out and no longer works too good Am I alright? How can I really be so off base and so completely out of whack? Must be a sight, my senses left word; they took leave and they’re not coming back Me no money, heart and wallet both broke Can’t blow it off with another numbing toke Dreams left town, burning desires are covered in frost Had a plan, knew the way, but now it seems to be lost Used to believe tomorrow, or maybe even later on tonight The key would open my lock, smiling as I turned up the light But it never was opened, no one kisses me softly goodnight Me no money, heart and wallet both broke Can’t blow it off with another numbing toke Dreams left town, burning desires are covered in frost Had a plan, knew the way, but now it seems to be lost Stores depleted, counting the days till everything is gone Feeling defeated ,eyes shut I cringe at another lonely dawn She is air, she is warmth and cooling at the very same time I touch her hair, my worst pain one touch from her I feel sublime Me no money, heart and wallet both broke Can’t blow it off with another numbing toke Dreams left town, burning desires are covered in frost Had a plan, knew the way, but now it seems to be lost Kiss my nose, look in my eyes say babe relax it’s alright My sweet Rose, come and heal me, rescue me tonight Captivate, redirect my foolish mind babe set me straight Rejuvenate , damn this drudgery pick me from ashes, elevate Find me, don’t let me stay lost Babe, guide me to your arms, don’t let me stay lost Tim Windisch 07 08 2024
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