In a forest thick with tangled vines,
My mind meanders, lost in time.
The paths are many, yet none are clear,
Confusion whispers in my ear.
The stars above, they do not guide,
As I stumble through the night.
Each turn I take, a deeper plight,
Searching for a sliver of light.
Emotions swirl in endless dance,
A tempest born of circumstance.
I seek the calm, the steady ground,
But in this storm, no peace is found.
Yet hope persists, a fragile flame,
Amidst the chaos, it stays the same.
Through the confusion, I will tread,
Until clarity crowns my head.