Lost

Lost

I'm lost in a world filled with directions. Where am I going? Who
knows? Who cares? I do. She does, they do, and he does. Do I care that
they care? That is a completely different question, with a completely
different set of answers. I sufficiently smoke to ease pain, only to
create more pain. Endlessly drinking in an effort to erase memories,
yet creating new ones I don't want. Sticking needles where they don't
belong. Screaming colors for a turn or whisper, then proclaiming I
don't care. Making friends I don't know and meeting strangers I'll
never forget. I am rewinding. My life is a puzzle with interchangeable
pieces, with retractable organs with rude, selfish thoughts. Where am I
going? Someone tell me please. Dad never talks, Adam never writes back.
Dale never sleeps, Kim never leaves and Jenn never cared. Counting a
mirage of musical floating tunes, soulfully sinning in my ears. Should
I listen to them? Again, who knows? On my conquest, one thing has
become painstakingly clear. Before I find out where I am, where I'm
going, or whom I am taking with me, I must first find myself.

Doug Musgrove, Jr.