I can hear a steady drip
Stalactites growing at lethargic rates
A dark pool providing moisture
To the nearby luminescent fungi

I am lost

Perhaps I always have been
I can no longer remember
From where I came
Or to where I was going

I merely walk back and forth
Among the tunnels ad caverns
Hoping to stumble on a path
I have not yet traveled

But always I return
To this strange pool
Of murky black water
Surrounded by dim calming lights