At a Loss

Waiting at the place where I dwell
Assuming I'm in hell
Knowing when it happens
The dropping of a dream
Careful planning to avoid the loss
Never seeing where it came from
Never knowing where it went

Adjusting one's rhythm
To fit in with the soul
Repairing that which you feel
But not what you know

Flying high with nowhere to go
Happy s can be, just like me
Stealing daylight, robbing dreams
Grabbing at relics fresh from the scene

This is one of many poems I wrote over 10 years ago and have only recently come back to so thought I would share to see people's feedback as I start to get back into the swing of things. Thanks for reading.