Lost

Feel the wind blow,
Isn’t it lovely?
Swaying with the trees,
Dancing above me.

I can feel it in the sticks, 
It’s calling in the leaves,
As they’re crunching,
Beneath my feet.

And I feel so lost,
But I love it.
I feel so lost,
But I love it.

Walking by this creek,
Same as it’s ever been,
It rises, it falls,
It’s always meandering.

And paying no mind,
To space or the passing of time.

And I feel so lost,
But I love it.
I feel so lost,
But I love it.

Ooh
Oooh-oooh
Ooh
Oooh-oooh
Ooh
Oooh-oooh
Ooh
Oooh-oooh

I feel so lost,
But I love it.
I feel so lost,
But I love it.

Ooh, Oooh-oooh
Feel so lost, so lost,
But I love it.
Ooh
Oooh-oooh
Feel so lost, so lost,
But I love it,
Ooh
Oooh-oooh
Feel so lost, so lost,
But I love it.

© Alex Krolikowski, 2020