In the heart of the forest, where shadows play,
I wander through the whispers of the trees,
Seeking a path in the twilight gray,
Lost in the murmurs of the evening breeze.

The stars above, they offer no guide,
As I tread on this unknown, winding trail,
My thoughts adrift like waves on the tide,
In this silent night, where echoes wail.

Each step I take, a question unfolds,
In the dance of leaves, a secret untold,
The moonlight fades, and darkness holds,
The mysteries of the forest, ancient and cold.

Yet in this lost, a freedom I find,
In the stillness, my soul begins to see,
That being lost is a state of mind,
And in the unknown, I discover me.