lost.

i am "lost"
for lack of a better term.
having gone astray
or missed the way.

maybe it's just a mix up
like i, myself, have been misplaced.
and the past, present, future
were, are, and will be a mistake.
respectively.
time takes away everything so hectically.
born yesterday.
to see the world today.
tomorrow, we rest in peace.

no matter how much time we have,
it will never be enough.
i blink.
i will be.
i blink.
i am.
i blink.
i was.
you can try to prolong life,
like a staring contest does.

putting as much time
between blinks as you can.
but it's only a matter of time
before it ends.

they all want to make it last.
but i must ask,
why prolong it anymore
when the end is all i'm living for?
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i'm finding all the answers in my poetry lately.

-Dan.