Why am I lost when I found
There are lots of positives around.
It’s not that hard to see
I have found me.
On deserted island, middle of the ocean
Some may want a teleporting potion
Sahara desert, or stuck in a plain
Love the wind through the horse’s mane
In a jungle, or on mountains high
I have no fear I could die
I know I can do it all
It’s not at all your call.
People are blind, they do not know
Fear is their biggest foe
Get lost and find you
That’s what I suggest to do.