I am Lost

I am lost like the wind
But I know not what it is
Hope is like some candy
In a pocket
Will not be missed
Or become dear
If it's a mere wish
First you have to grab it
And unlock it

Like all of success
Is only approximately?
So is everything
Which implements each being
Much is really knowing
What is a part of me
Learning with the senses
Actually then seeing

They are then together
As strangers apart
A moment or a word
That tingles in an ear
Each of what is other
Is known by the heart
Always in such meaning
To be close enough
And dear

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