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14 feb 2020, The Penny Drop

Flat white


I was lost.

I am not found.

There is no warning sign preceding me,

people dive right in,

accidents waiting to happen,

complete traumas unseen to the naked eye,

to the untrained heart.

I was lost,

I still am.

No search party for me in the big city,

no one screaming out my name -

they can't even spell it most of the times.

I came here to find

myself

and everyone else.

I found amazing places to have coffees,

dingy little pubs,

restaurants serving smiles and heartache

and nothing much, so far. We're all so lost,

thank goodness we can still tell jokes to one another.