My lost boy

I know that out there,

somewhere,

there is a boy.

just as lost,

just as lonely,

as me.

And maybe,

one day,

one hour,

one thousand years from now,

we will meet.

And when we meet

we will be best friends.

He will hold me

and whisper all his secrets.

Can't dance

and it's too wet to plow

but we will make it,

somehow.

As long as we are here

we are never lonely

we are always free.

We may always be lost,

we may never find our way back,

we may never live out this cursed life

but whatever becomes of us,

I'm glad I share this broken path with him.

The burdens I bear, the pain I suffer,

is all worth it,

for a lost boy.