I didn’t create mist…
but I have been left in mist.
I didn’t left somebody outside alone…
but I was locked from the inside.
I was lost and being found.
But it was just an illusion.
The real – I was lost, somebody being found.
My existence was just an illusion.
I was lost and being found again.
It is for real or it is another illusion?
I am lost.
In my own world.
