I jump into a canal
Attempting to escape hell
I dislike the smell
Something on which I should not dwell
What is lost cannot be found
Just let me approach from new ground
I run for the hills
To avoid taking pills
Sick of shallow thrills
They don’t help with even one of the bills
What is lost cannot be found
Just let me approach from new ground
I swim for shore
Don’t see land anymore
This is a flaw
Think I should’ve remained poor
What is lost cannot be found
Just let me approach from new ground
I ride at the sun
But it has not come
I knew I was done
Departed before it had begun
What is lost cannot be found
Just let me approach from new ground
Simon A Jackson - Writer 