Poetry? Me?

My vain attempt at poetry when I was 17 or 18. Found it again just now and here it is.

"Lost" is a place I have chosen to be.

A spot between "here" and "there."

A little beyond "Yes i can see"

and "that's nice, but I don't care."



It's not a place that i want to stay

but there are times i wish i could

I go there when I can't find my way

Or whenever I'm misunderstood.



So if you see that look in my eye

don't rush me,worry or fret.

I will come back but as hard as i try

I don't want to come back yet.

The big question

Attachments and detachments. What hurts more?