Lost

Ever been in a room full of people and happenings, and not feeling like you belong.
Sometimes life can feel like that, just not knowing where to go and what to do.
Sometimes when I drop the pen and pick it up again, I wonder where I was before.
Lost.

There is this story of love though, and I know that I am a part of it.
It is described as 'open', 'wide' and 'free'.
If I would know the story better, I would find a direction to go.
Seeking.

It may seem like a mystery today, all the while I'll keep asking why.
Why must I do this and that, why?
There is only one plan for today that I must live, learn and write.
Finding.