Eventually, everyone makes a wrong turn,
And feels stranded in a sea of confusion.
When the storm grows so thick,
you question the very existence of light.
It’s only natural to deem yourself abandoned and hopeless,
And question the meaning of truth.
To doubt the abilities that you have.
It’s only natural.
Your mind begins to play a picture show,
Of the moments leading up to the storm
You begin to ask
Why did the light leave?