lost ones

Filled to the brim with thoughts
My mind floods like rivers
Though no dam or ocean it spews to
Just the lost sheep of this world I preach to

I know not what I say though I say what I know
Its a common traight, we speak what we have been tought
Though we were never tought its what we should teach
The day we all stop, is the day the earth stops spinning

Because its not about truth, peace or harmony
No is it about creating a utopia
It rather is about accepting what is
Because what isn't, doesn't exist

Its no hidden fact that the world is lost
Question is, has it ever been found
Or doesn't it sound more profound
That we have lost something were still standing on

Wouldn't you than conclude that
We are the lost ones
Just hiding behind a finger
Even when we see the truth in front of us

When are we ever going to learn
That we should stop learning and start living
Because we created what we a teaching
Though we are not teaching what really creates us

 20/03/14