I'm not lost, however I deep down wish to be found, this place is home, but the mind keeps wandering around, cannot bear the feeling of being idle, though it may seem comforting all I feel like is escaping, . . . . . find me, search me in your darkest days, notice me in your brightest days, or maybe we'll meet on your regular lazy day. . . . . . you're fine, you don't need a rescue, they said, it's silent, it's deafening, it's been quite a long time, my exact favourite tune will be so kind, I mumbled.