Where are we when we get lost?
How I love to be found lost
alone, on a foreign street
I think even if I don’t know where I am
how can anyone else in this world?
Playing hide and seek with God and humanity
though I know I’ll be found eventually
those few seconds slinking between unknown city streets
giving me such a great sense of timelessness
that I can be anywhere in this universe
and I choose to be here
with no idea where here is
and I’m half a step ahead of all calls
and a half a step behind God
that maybe if I step on His heel
He’ll look back and miss me
and I’ll carry on
along the streets of wherever
without a care
of whatever hell or hangover wait for me
and even when checking with the Lonely Planet
and even when that Bible is written in Greek
it will read:
you are exactly where you need to be.