Getting Lost
When I arrive
At a new place
The first thing I do
Is get lost.
I go off exploring
With no rhyme or reason,
No goal in mind,
Just getting lost.
I go alone,
No friend,
No guide,
No map,
Because that's the best way
To get lost.
As I wander,
I discover,
Little hidden hideaways,
Places no one sees,
Because they're too focused
On their destination.
Beautiful places,
Calm and serene,
But forgotten,
Because they are not useful.
And those places,
Those hidden spots,
Belong to me.
I discovered them,
So they are mine.
The next day,
I might learn
They have names,
They appear on maps,
But for that single day,
They are mine,
And mine alone.I love getting lost.
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