When you feel lost, where do you go?
To the sea, mountains, or curl up in bed?
Get lost in books, down something to fill you?
Turn inside, shutting off all of outside?
Do you go to the world? To be filled and renewed?
Do you go to a friend?
Tell me, dear one, what I should do.
When I’m lost, at sea, with nothing to do.
Married to Pain 