I had everything planned,
my paths were clear
but then I started to stumble.
I began to lose my way
in my own world.
Paths blurred,
walls rose,
a thick fog out of nothing
and now I cannot see.
Lost in what I thought
was the perfect place to be,
I had it all figured out.
I thought I knew this place,
my home,
my world,
my sweet nothing.
Now this space is endless,
empty,
cold and lonely.
I enjoyed it for a long while,
all alone
in this barren land
but now its starting to freeze over,
close in on itself.
If I keep walking
maybe I can find
a fire
to warm me up,
to lighten the space,
burn the fog and confusion
away.
My world won't be mine anymore
but it won't be cold
and empty
either.
So I'll just keep walking
and hope I find
my fire soon.