J.T. CONDE

‘Lost and Found’

I no longer want to save the world.
If I want to help
I need to save myself. 
I call out but no one answers... 
Anyone?
Is anyone out there? 
I have no choice but to stare in the mirror. 

Growing old 
Feeling less and less bold. 
Still just a lost boy in...neverland. 
Always either flying or falling
And I’ll never land—
Until I reach my mother. 
Is she in the ground or up in the sky? 
I wonder as I wander.
Can't seem to find my way
Anybody got a light?
I need to dig much deeper without scratching the surface. 
Lately I’ve been questioning my purpose—
Pushing past the limits of my design.  
My skin has thickened too quickly
Seems like everyones got angles but me.
Living in a world of angles,
Dreaming of a world with angels
Caught somewhere in between. 
Under my feet, 
I feel the earthquake 
Who's real and what's fake?
Maybe I'm too different for this world 
Too down to mars 
From where I stand I can still see the stars. 
But do they recognize me?

Thirty years later 
I still wonder what love means. 
A lucid dream with blurred lines 
Somehow I…forgot mine. 
Yet I hear this voice 
It reminds me of hers! 
Director…
Direct HER attention. 
Waiting for action but nothing happens.
The son can only cast 
A shadow…

Why was my first memory, her last? 
The thing I always walk past feels more tangible than a memory…


Through the echoes, it was the void that replied…


Living in a dream that I can always remember to a T...
Which is the only difference between there and here.

You see, that's when everything in my reflection became clear. 
The transcendent connection between mother and child
Offers no promise of immortality. 
Only proof of our uniqueness as human beings!
Proof that love resides inside. 

And what's gone is not lost— 
If you know where to find it.
So when I looked in the mirror
I saw my mothers eyes.
Every time I wake up...
She sees her sonrise.