The lost soul, wanders.
To why he was lost, he wonders.
He went to the ends of the earth.
To search, what made him in bother.
The lost soul, is empty.
That's why he seek happy spirits.
He dwells on the enthusiastic.
To free the heaviness he feels.
The lost soul, searches.
Of someone like himself.
He talk to anyone from places.
To find someone with same interest.
The lost soul, is selfish.
To not leave his victim.
He wickedly sticks around it.
To feed his greed.
The lost soul, realizes.
Of why to happy souls he was attracted.
Then somehow remembered,
Before he got lost, he was the merriest.
He was lost, choosing to be with,
A soul, who was lost and empty.
Thinking he, could save it.
Only to leave him wanting what he used to be.