Lost

I have left my chair, my house, my road

Slipped on a magic cloak

Drunk a magic potion

Felt the waves of the ocean

Cried for other people

Laughed with them

Fought with dragons

Stood as a bystander witnessing people’s lives

Heard a stranger’s(but not quite) voice

Wrote conspiracy theories to find the murderer

Touched the dew of the morning

Stood drenched in the stormy night

Visited a land of geometric shapes

Conversed with an old king and a princess

I came back to my chair

I had been absent, as always

Lost in bound pages which is lying on my lap