LOST

Feeling lost in the sauce

While inside of a ross

I wish I was born as boss

but instead I’m just lost

In the sauce

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Of which is disgusting moss

Made of a cross between despair and hope

This sauce feels like an inextricable rope

Tying me down I feel like I can’t escape

It is harder to find meaning to find something innate

when it seems I do it feels like bait

I guess all I could do now is wait.