sometimes I don't know what I am doing
or where I am going
but I feel guided
like I'm being led onto a path
towards what I will one day treasure

and sometimes I get lost
doesn't everybody?
i trip up
i fall down
i wander from the path
just like the times I lose sight of what truly matters
i hide away from others
i let my mind run rampant with dark thoughts
and i feel this haunting loneliness

but then i remember the infinite path
i guess it's the journey with its many roads
and crossroads
and sometimes there will be dead ends
and I will stray into the darkest depths of the wilderness
but I will have the strength to pick myself up
to recognise some people stay in life
yet others leave
I might be broken and I might be shattered
but I'll take the memories
and carry on going

it's that sense of being guided
that innate sense of direction

even if it takes my whole life
I will reach my destination
I will keep going