With a mind as distorted as the way a bird with no brain would think
Standing on the edge of something, but there's no brink

Funny feelings don't come to those who wait for them
They would just come when some were expected
Lost in a world where nothing made sense

Running fast, as if her legs were made of stone
The only brink that she was on, was the brink of something much worse than death

"O! Devil men! Why was i graced with lost thoughts?!" she yells
Her heart pounding, like her running legs of shell

Down is a place she'll always know of
Trapped in a world where everyone is lost

Hello NightCat, and welcome among us! I have lived with a cat for ten years now, and we are both of us night-cats; I write poetry while he "cats around." So I like your name.

I like your poem too, and I am grateful to you for coming to us and sharing it. I look forward to reading more.

Please make yourself at home and know you are welcome here. We appreciate you and value your contributions. You make us better.

Check out my own poetry sometime, if you have the time. I hope you like it as I like yours.

Respect and solidarity, new friend and fellow poet.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie

Hey nightcat, I loved your poem! I want to use it in one of my stories is that okay? I'll metion you in the Authors Note and give you full visible credit on references. The Devils Men, you have a brilliant mind. Writing anymore?

Hey there NightCat, excellent poem! Tubular! I was wondering if you like Sarah Mclachlan by any chance, some od what you said seemed a bit familiar there if you know what I mean? "I Will Remember you" - ish. All excelent anyway.

Hey the last dude, that's cool. Go ahead!

Kudos nightcat, scoring poem. I must say it was somewhat rockin. Love it babe, fancy some a lovin?x x x x x x x x x x x x x Afterall, you're a nightcat. Cats get horny at night right. Puuuurrrr

yea i spose they do puuuurrr

You know, NightCat, every time I see this title on the index, I think not only what a great title it is but how it represents really the key to this whole mystery of existence which we juggle and/or suffer: to keep running, even if lost; to be, as you say so well, "lost but running."

I just wanted to tell you this.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie