Senses

Lost in the game can you say covered in scars. I repeat seem winless can I get off Helpless, winded, autumn of odd The spring in my step once lifting has rot and broke off Reaching for a sense I often sought Offended that my hold on you is lost Better say, another day Can I not call you the one who got away? Crossing the days from the calendar month Awaiting the answer to the question unspoke We spoke I choke, I choked Reaching for a sense I often sought Offended that my hold on you is lost Better say, another day Can I not call you the one who got away? Reaching for a sense I often sought Offended that my hold on you is lost It’s lost I’m lost All is Lost Better say, another day Can I not call you the one who got away? Reaching for