FORAGE FOR LOST SELF

Whilst in forage of lost self,
Like dust, you settled on me.
In a barren desert, where I kept
looking for the old-lost version
of me.

You chose me, to settle upon,
To guide me to the path which
fate had forced me upon.

Whilst in forage of lost self,
Like dust, you settled on me.
In every attempt of blowing
you off,
I uncovered a part of the
old-lost me.

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