Lost

In music and lyrics, in rhythm and rhyme,
I lost myself, time after time.

In poetry and prose, in plot and verse,
I lost myself, for better, not worse.

In animals and birds, in trees and flowers,
I lost myself, for hours and hours.

In sculpture and art, in paint and clay,
I lost myself, in many a way.

But then in love, in hope and in vain,
I lost myself, and couldn't find myself again.

Aviv Nair,
25/2/2012