In the labyrinth of my mind, I roam,
Searching for a beacon, a guiding home.
Shadows dance with whispers, soft and low,
Each step uncertain, where to go.

The stars above, they twinkle and fade,
In a sky that’s both friend and blade.
Memories like phantoms, haunting and dear,
Lost in a sea of doubt and fear.

Paths diverge in the forest of thought,
Choices made, and battles fought.
The compass spins, no north to find,
In this journey of the heart and mind.

Yet hope lingers in the darkest night,
A flickering flame, a distant light.
For even in the depths of being lost,
There’s beauty in the journey, no matter the cost.