LOST , FOUND AND RISING .

Lost but found
Just like a magic without a wand
Couldn't do this alone
Hence I asked for a hand
Didn't think about it twice
Wouldn't want to be pounds foolish
Or be Penny wise
Even if i fall
It's for me to rise
No wonder,
My thoughts are so loud
But my words I mince

These steps I take ,
They are always calculated
It's a maze
The pathways clustered
The once shinning clothes
Now all of a sudden tattered

I just want to be original
Far from the typical
After the healing comes the scars
I'm locked in now
Later they will say I was lucky
But the real ones know
It's just an overflow of blessings..