Lostville

The streets are narrow

The houses are far apart

There are no trees in Lostville

No birds, no planes to depart

The playgrounds have no children

There’s nothing to end, or start

Living in Lostville is not a choice

It’s a fate, you just find yourself

In one of the empty houses

Alone, deserted and falling apart

No one knows when to leave

Or how to leave

It could be a sentence for life

Or it could be a time off

The busy life, the crazy barn

Not everything in Lostville is bad

To qualify, you must be sad

But after that, you could have

A smile or two, or even a laugh

Silently, so that your neighbours

Enjoy their solitude, no matter how bad

What is the difference between

Good and bad?

What is the difference between

Being happy or sad?

They’re all states of the mind

The heart has no place

In Lostville, it’s a source of grace

It doesn’t fit

In a town without a face

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About The Soaring Eagle

Entrepreneur, Investor, Solution Architect, Award-winning poet, Published author
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