In a forest of our own making,
We walk paths no longer lit by stars.
Words we once knew have vanished,
Leaving echoes where whispers once were.

Silent shadows stretch between us,
Each step further from familiar ground.
Eyes that once shared stories
Now glance away, lost in distant dreams.

The compass of our hearts falters,
Adrift in uncharted seas of doubt.
We cling to remnants of yesterday,
Yet the horizon remains out of reach.

Can we find our way back
To the warmth of understanding’s embrace?
Or are we destined to wander apart,
As strangers in the land we built?