Sometimes you have to get lost to find yourself.
Travel a road you never expected.
As the sun rises and sets—
Will I ever find my way?
One day you wake,
and the sun’s glare doesn’t seem so blinding.
Starting anew seems a reality.
Setbacks steer you off course.
filled with memories of what could’ve been,
But you keep going,
you continue to open your eyes as day breaks,
signaling there is still life left to be lived.