live your lost

live your lost

love your limbo

facing costs

with arms akimbo

the past, it’s gone

find the now

the future beckons

you choose how

so live your lost

love that essence

that’s the cost

for being present

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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