Feelings, forgotten, find footing I feel
Forsaken for freedoms fragile hearts need to heal
Faith in what’s fallen finds familiar ground
What’s lost is now fine’ly so fittingly found
Quizzically curious yet quite cautious I’ll be
To catch, claim, acquire what’s now correct for me
Concerns creep clandestine, cry subconsciously
Cracked quiet, a cat-o-nine quells them to sleep
What’s loved about life likes to linger and wait
Lets you feel lost then laughs showing up late
But waits which last long lead to loves which we dream
Look up lonely lad, life lies waiting, you see?
How the World Should Work 