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I Am Lost.

Finding my voice
Finding who I am
I can’t find it
In this godforsaken land

Of cohorts and landmines
Still disguised as friendly spies
And swirling into an ever infinite confusion

Of lust
Of hate
Of lateness
For a date

Of truths
Of lies
Of a thousand promises
Broke as clouds in the sky

And they still give to rain
Another day
Another dollar
Another lost human
Swept among the cannon fodder.