Lost

The things that matter

Now they don't

Pretty flowers

That simply wither

This and that

No, that and this

The moth I found

Is not named mine

Love is a game

And I am the best

Either all's a win

Or none's a loss

You claim you say

It's always fine

Your work is praised

In the name of other

The numbness that

I show and hide

Look around

Left right up and down

A merry go round

Of jumps and ducks

Thoughts that try

To soak me up

When they are

Never mine