A poem about becoming mentally detached from just about everything—pulling up the draw-bridges and perfectly isolating yourself.
The night falls like a stone
Casting shadows on the pathway home
Only my footsteps break the still of night
In darkness without a guiding light
One step nearer but no where bound
When you’re lost—-not wanting to be found
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A distant imagery I can see
Like a reflection of all that was me
I courted danger like a thief
Turning my back on what once was belief
Just another stranger in another town
When you’re lost—-not wanting to be found
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If life was so black or white
Like the childhood innocence of wrong or right
From that strait line I’ve often strayed
In the wind of time I’ve bowed and swayed
Watching the world spinning around
When you’re lost—-not wanting to be found
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North or south or east or west
Each lost to our own wilderness
So well trodden is the path we go
Each one reaping what we sow
The seed that fell on stony ground
When you’re lost—-not wanting to be found
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nice work 
From the age of 17 up until the age of 30..this piece pretty much described my disposition. Then I got my head out of the clouds and planted my feet firmly on the ground Excellent piece Steve
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