The Privilege of Being Lost

As we rise from,
our weighted burdens,
and into our adorations.

We are free,
for an all too brief,
prized escape from the world’s grief.

And as we descend into,
the safest of places,
what do we discover?

A hollowed realm,
full of colour,
and shades of security.

A celebration of all that,
was stripped of as kids,
we turn to the suit of armour,
that was built upon our endless wonder.

The privilege of being lost,
is not one everyone can afford. 

The privilege of being lost,
must be weighed for it comes at a cost.