Lost and Never Found

The Lost and (Never) Found
by Glynn Burridge

Lost and FoundComes a time in most’ our lives
When bad luck does the rounds
Life no more’n a ruined house
With pieces all around
That’s when you gotta keep it real
Get yourself up off the ground
Or you might wake and find yourself
In the Lost and Never Found.

It’s really not a place at all,
Not one that you can find
More’n anything else, my friend
It’s an attitude of mind
The bottom line of your existence
From the point of ‘know’, returned
To the one place in the universe
Where your identity’ll burn

The burial ground of broken dreams
The quagmire of desires
The place ideals get crucified
Then melted down in fires
It’s a dead flat sea without a breeze,
A song without a sound
And, pilgrim, I pray you find your way
Outta’ the Lost and Never Found.

About glynnburridge

Englishman who grew up in Iran and worked as an interpreter/translator before moving to Seychelles, becoming a published author and working as chief copywriter and tourism consultant for the Seychelles Tourism Board. Loves motorbikes. Enjoys cooking, tennis and hanging out.
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