Poems From The Mind-COMPLETED

Lost Things

Oh, you that are lost
You hopes of being found
Never running dry
Like a river that always flows

And that river heads for the ocean
And the ocean surrounds the world
A massive dream of being found
As wide and deep as the ocean

Some depths aren't reachable
That's how great you hope
For someone to pick you up
And carry you to be found

You don't bore of sitting
On the ground day and night
You don't complain about
The weather or natural causes

You find joy in your hopes
You don't get depressed
When nobody comes because
You know someone might come soon

So yes, keep hoping and dreaming
Of being found
Because you'll never know
When someone comes

To pick you up.