Gilly Flower Writings

Lost

By Kathryn Evans

You’re lost in the shadows of the glaring yellow lights

Crying silent tears and hoping someone will see the pain

As the music plays on and the crowd pulses to the sound

Are you still searching for your rabbit hole?

For that great big adventure?

Will you know it if you find it?

Sad little girl lost in her sad little corner

Seeing the world like it’s some kind of dream

And not sure whether you want to wake or not

And also cold fear of not knowing what to expect?