Lost, One mind
If found return to god
Passed second star on the right


I think I've lost my mind,
The one I call my id.
Think we got separated,
When I was just a kid.

Guess it just looked at me.
Then decided it would be,
Better of if it just hide.

Urban duck said ....
He would try to help,
At least geographically.
It's nice that he would try,
Without my id.
How would I ever get by.

Without a post code,
Of course and a sat nav.
Stolen, It's what they call,
A victimless crime.
It happens all the time.

If I travelled through,
The known universe.
I would feel I was cursed,
Not as if I'd find it anyway.

How would I find my way,
In travelling I'm not well versed.
Without my sat nav,
How would I find my earth.

A wave of thought,
Comes over me.
Suddenly getting my id,
To set itself free.

One more thing that bothers me,
No need to lose any sleep.
Don't know if I'm a toad,
How do you get to heaven;
Without a sat nav and a postcode.

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Written on 2023-01-23 at 02:16

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urban duck The PoetBay support member heart!
I think a lot begins with geography, body is space wherein you'll need unity, body is geography too and room is its extension!
(each time someone wants to reduce your rights, he will act on your geography)