Little lost boy

In the fear of letting go
giving in
Breath trembling
on the edge of insanity

Your fingertips
hold on to nothing, everything .. anything
awaiting to redeem
Surrender

Eyes seeking for truth
if we exist in this dream alive
Mind is a blur
this cloud we call us

On the edge of salvation
A final shiver
to embrace this state of bliss
Rest in my arms

Little lost boy
Not that lost
at all..