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Nobody was there but poor souls. No terrain to see. Not a place for all to be-- if you're not lost then you're astray. The land of the lost is for those who can't help but stay the way the world lead them to be. It is not for those whose hearts long not to be free-- for they reside in the prison cells to which they are held in captivity. The land of the lost
calls for free spirits who search for their eternity, but were so unfortunate to look not in the right places and found their selves alone and hopeless. I have been to the land of the lost, where fools choose to wander. I felt at home in the land of the lost, and stayed there for a century or so. My soul rejoiced for there I am alone; so, I can be what I want and do what I long to do. But the land of the lost was not forever for me for a light I saw and I found my way-- back to where I should be, in this lonely world-- the land of reality. To the land of the lost, I'll be back someday if my grip to the hand that lifted me will slowly loosen and then I'll see the world turn dark and there I'll be-- back to the land of the lost. Ariel Lalisan |