Lost.

Sometimes I wonder if I was placed into this world just to bring meaning to the word "lost"
Because lost is me, I am lost

I have never been too sure if where to go, or where I even am
I have never been too sure of anything

Or maybe I am to bring meaning to "found"
Because that is all I want to be
I silently scream for salvation,
for a certainty that can save me
from this series of obscurity

I yearn so much to be found, or just to even be sought after
I yearn, I desire, I crave, whilst my yearning, desire, crave
make me just that much more lost