It’s fine

 Don’t worry for the ones who are lost

If you see someone and you think they are lost

Think about the reflection of yourself in their image

What you see is just a channel in the broad spectrum

A single wavelength that matches your tuner

They aren’t lost, as long as they are around

True loss is when the soul is gone

And your love is what keeps them around

Maybe they are found someday later in life

Maybe they are yet to be born like mine

The truest loss is when the wave is gone

After the collapse when the foam drowns

But nobody sees that, everyone focuses on

The rise and fall and what’s the next one

And the surfer only cares about

The wave that carries them for the longest time

Don’t worry if I am looking lost or found

Don’t worry if I look like someone you don’t like

Worry more about the human race

The race between us who don’t care much

And the subtle thread that holds us to the ground

Each one of us looking up to the sky

Looking for the beam of sun, another wave will come

To take a breath, to revive

To feel the condition of being one of us

A leaky sack which needs to be filled up

And when it is low, it calls forward

All the weapons of murder to the front

The words that kills parts of the soul

I can only hope for it to kill the parasites