Lost Boy

Even though I want to I don't know if I can Even though it's written down it's not much of a plan Even though it feels like my dreams are slowly slipping through my hands Dying trying to resist the strife of life and its demands I guess I'm okay with time, its irreversible decay As I lay, fully at a loss for words or what to say Even though I'm floating the current is quite strong Even though I'm rowing, the direction feels so wrong Do I cast my anchor in a port where I don't feel like I belong? The water isn't deep, do I take a leap or let the boat just scrape along? Tongue tied as I'm looking back I wonder if I tried Eyes wide, the boy who was a wolf but never cried Soy sauced and I wonder as I wander if I'm lost The game tossed and I'm fumbling to calculate the cost Permafrost melting from the heat and fumes of the exhaust Eyes glossed to all the bridges that were burned but never crossed Eyes glossed to bridges that I burn but never cross All the bridges that I burn but never cross