Lost

I tried to style this poem after the poem "The Tobacco Shop" by Fernando Pessoa. If you haven't read it, you should. It's fabulous.

Lost

I'm lost

I'll always be lost

Why would I want to be found

When hiding away is so much easier

(Isn't it?)

I sit and watch the world go by

At speeds I can't fathom

People going here, going there

Always in a hurry

(Where are they going?)

What is really so important

That makes people rush around

As if getting there faster

Means things will somehow be better.

What if they just slowed down

Took time to see the world around them

The shops with things in the windows.

Glittery things. Shiny things.

Noisy things. Smell good things.

(Do people even notice anymore?)

So I hide away never to be found

Because I move at a different pace

(Would you see me if you slowed down?)

Would you stop to listen

To hear my dreams, my thoughts

Or would you just keep going?

Hurrying off to somewhere

That must be very important

Eyes always down

Probably scrolling on your phones

Becoming lost in an electric world

Where everything is at your fingertips.

Everything but real life.

Real people, real touch.

Watching from my window I am sad

So many opportunities missed

A chance to smile at another

(Would you notice if I smiled?)

Would you hear me if from my window

I squeaked out a shy hello

Maybe you would stop and share some time with me

The world it moves so fast

I dream of a big clock stopping.

For even just a little while

So everyone can take a breath.

Take a moment to just be and just see.

(When will people wake up?)

This world was made for little moments

Little spaces in between.

Where hope and dreams get a chance to bloom.

There's so much here for us to explore.

(Are you willing to stop and find some?)

Stories that need to be heard.

Memories that need to be remembered.

But it's always a race against time

A race that we will never win.

Because time catches up with all

(And what will you do when it does?)

Will you regret the time you didn't take

Regret the pace you felt you had to keep?

In a world where everything is important

But nothing is also important.

(How do you know what is and isn't?)

So today I am lost

Lost in another time.

And here is where I'll stay

Waiting, for what, a moment of time?

(I really don't think I know.)

©4/15/2025 Mystic Dreamer