Lost or found, it’s all the same,
A paradox with none to blame,
For what is lost must first be found,
And what is found may soon astound.
The line between them is so thin,
It’s hard to tell where to begin,
For when we lose, we often gain,
And when we find, we feel the pain.
The search for truth is never done,
For what is lost cannot be won,
But in the end, we all must see,
That lost and found are meant to be.
© VishalDutia
Great piece!