AN: Another old poem for you. Please review; the voices in my head will
thank you for it. Enjoy!

Lost Again

And I'm lost again,
But I've been found,
They know where I am,
So why am I still lost?

I know where I am;
I'm here,
In this place,
I've forgotten where I was going.

It was a golden light,
Being 'grown-up'.
And every time they say 'you never stop growing',
Another little piece falls;

Because that can't be true.
That means, what I've been working for -
Doesn't exist.
And I lost again.