Lost

We say we love flowers, yet we pluck them.
We say we love trees, yet we cut them down.
And some people still wonder why some are afraid
when they are told they are loved.

Where is my life going?

I have this gut feeling it's going down the drain.

Well, I am lost. I suppose it's good advice to stay where you are until somebody finds you. But who'd ever think to look for me here?