Lost Somewhere

I wander, lost, between the lines, Of places left, of stolen times, A map that’s torn, a path erased, I search for home, but it’s misplaced. The world spins round, but I stand still, The echo of a dream, the weight of will, Each step I take, a little more unknown, In this wide world, I feel alone. A fog has crept into my mind, Where answers hide, where I can’t find, The shore, the light, the guiding star— I search for meaning, near and far. Am I lost, or am I found? In the quiet spaces, I am unbound. No map to lead, no stars to show, Just trust that someday I’ll come to know. For in the wandering, there’s a grace, A journey that moves at its own pace, And perhaps, to be lost is to be free, To discover who I am meant to be.