Comfortably Lost…

Feel do I most comfortable,

Lost am I but still most able,

Able to be comfortable,

While being lost in my own “id”…

No map can I use to find my way,

No GPS can point the way to my final jeopardy,

No light can be found at the end of a tunnel that does not exist,

Nor can I see a reason to, for finality, persist…

Still it is a comfort to be lost in my own “id”,

I cannot be found anywhere but I have still not hid,

Perhaps my self can be found, but I doubt it, in Madrid,

Or just maybe that self can be found just off the beach amid,

Or amongst and around the little fishies and the squid…

                        © ed ~ 9/5/04