Find It, Live It Poem by Trevor Lansink

Walking through the dark,
when nothing is yet of satisfaction.

You run, thinking it's the only way,
ending up right where you started.

Not what you were wanting,
you are egar to find yet another path.

Coming across the loneliness of a lost soul,
damaged by love, heartbroken and cold.

Too late to make up what is wrong,
perfect place to start what is right.

You settle down, catch your breath,
you live your life, finally...