The art of loosing is an easy form to master;
Small items at first, keys, phone, or wallet.
The bad habit is formed and soon all is at
Risk to be lost, hope, peace, love, and dreams.

This art is not easily reversed, it can not
Just be pulled and untied, it only continues
Until there is nothing left to loose but you
And then there is me, alone, loosing sleep

The art has become a battle, a fight to keep
From loosing me, who I am, who I am meant
To become, Who I have to be to serve the
Ones who need my hand, my smile, my love

The art has turned me into the final master-
Piece, with my heart on my sleeve, my eyes
Wet with tears, my ears craving direction,
Loosing the art to master walking my path