Lost

SImilar to a leaf 

Who has estranged itself from its own kind

Floating aimlessly amongst thickets

With the wind behind its back

Like a plastic bottle on the ocean

Slowly disintegrating,

Drifting away from land,

With waves taking it to different waters

Talking about these similar instances,

How come they hit close to home?

I’ve long been driving an empty car

That seemed to drive on its own

Across a path laid out for it

Its wheel I cannot control

But then again, they say

That good things come 

To those who follow

Someday the leaves will find its trees

And the bottles will find its purpose

As well as those who are still lost,

May they eventually reach their fate

And someday I know

That this car whose wheel I cannot control

Will take me somewhere good

And I’ll be happy I followed its path 

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