'Lost' lost…       lost… in the flux of the world the fires of desire and the winds of change and who I was will never be the same and what brought me here has never had a name but now it has mine… turning…       turning… as the world spins and seasons change living a life that’s just a little deranged a sort of a madness that paradox creates as everything’s changing and yet is staying the same… burning…       burning… consumed by the fire transgression remission transfiguration and the phoenix rises born of the ash but first…       but first… the old ways must die… drowning…       drowning… in the hows and the whys wherefores and who fors always keeping score guilt and shame regret and pain and bitterness becomes a stain on a blade… lost…       lost… and yet…       and yet… a kind voice a gentle breeze a soft caress and a moment of peace and I reach to a star to find my way home and sometimes remember we’re not always alone…