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.