The future I once saw so clear,
Now fades like fog that’s drawing near.
A map I thought I had in hand,
Has turned to dust, like shifting sand.

I thought I'd know just where to go,
But now the path's a haze, a glow.
I used to dream with steady hands,
Now I’m caught in shifting sands.

The road ahead feels far away,
And I can’t tell what’s night or day.
Where I’m going? I can’t say—
I’m just trying to find my way.

But maybe that’s okay, I think,
To not have answers, pause, and blink.
The future’s blurred, but still I move,
Even if I don’t quite prove,
That I know where I’m meant to be,
I’m learning how to just be free.