Lost

Doesn’t anyone fear being lost?
Lost in one’s own company
Searching for the real self.
The journey is too scary
And no companion by your side.
You hardly know the destination
But not the way to wait by.
There are hurdles, a lot
There are sweet times, but rare
You’re all alone
No one to hold your hands
Neither any shortcuts through
Flying brooms, witches or magic wands.
You just walk and walk
Till you’re tired.
By then you’re well aware
You’ve reached nowhere.
You’re so lost
You fear, you cry
You shout, you scream.
Sadly, there’s no one to hear
You’re lost!