Being lost. The act of being lost. What is that? Is it just limited to when you are not aware of your location. Lost could mean being away from family and friends. Lost could be not knowing what will come next. Lost is the unexpected. When you are unaware of the next step you are supposed to take. Then aren't we all lost? None of us can really predict the future, we just flow with life and see where it will take us. No matter how intensely planned out you make your day, week, month, or year, everything you do can change depending on how others act. And no matter how much we threaten or intimidate we cannot control any one's actions to a large extent. So round, and round we go on a merry-go-round. Spinning and spinning with painted horses bobbing up and down like a bottle in an ocean. And nobody can predict when it will stop, nobody can predict when our lives will end. Our lives only end when we let ourselves go. Our lives only end when we let them. There is always this point when we just stop trying, knowing that no matter how much we work at it death is inevitable. And when we stop trying we lose that little bit of hope, that little bit of shining light inside of us that is the thing that always shines. On our worst days and on our best days, just telling us that everything is going to be okay. And that the sun will come up tomorrow, the clouds will form again, there will still be more rain and thunder and lighting, and we will have one more chance to do what we set out to do. So when that light dies we give up all hope for accomplishing anything else and there is nothing else we can cater to the world. So our time is up. We have to climb down from that painted pony and get out of that golden sleigh and just let someone else take their turn. Take a chance at fulfilling whatever they were sent out to do. Take their spin on the carousel.