One lonely mitten, a pair of ripped jeans. A spare pair of shoes, a hat ripped at the seams. A baseball or two, a forgotten sweater. All dumped together in a box marked "Lost Treasures".

Amid the grass stained clothing and the worn out hats and toys, you'll find me there, famished of joy.

Days left alone, nights by myself. The occasional panicked hunter, searching for something else.

No two pieces alike, but we're all the same. A box full of losers playing the same game. Hide and seek, you'll find me in the trash. The more you want to get out, the longer you'll last.

Darkness comes and no one's around. I'm a lost cause just waiting to be found.