Something is lost somewhere,

Someone has looked for it.

Not me this time, I’m not the thing.

I’m consciously self aware.

But I lost hope, somehow somewhere.

Take it easy,

Do not be afraid,

Be confined to their den

AS

They are waiting in ambush.

I look back, I sense now, let seer sees the future.

Yes, I’ am laying in a chronic land of sun, which is cloudy over the sunflower,

Questing hope somehow, somewhere, some kind.