Stuck!

In the corner of a box marked "lost and found" is the junction between the almost could have been and the beautiful nothing you live in this second after what was again just another moment. Not very interesting from one to the next, I guess we have to find something a little more vexed. 

From that box I shout my sound with illusions that soon one day we'll all be found, by a man in a crown, who's been staring down with a blood covered frown. Is that a whisper I hear from over there, is that you? Are you looking, sifting through the consequences of each random item stored inside with an "as if" approach to the sequence of events that brought us together. Is it a dissolved purpose deciding a purgatory silence in this box marked "Lost and Found?" An old shipping sticker clearly marked for another day peeled away show stains. For sure this box is for nothing more than to sit here reminding those who still have there pencils and wallets and cell phones not to loose them.