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.

I feel the weight, the pull, the strain,
Caught between the loss and pain.
I know the road is mine to find,
But every turn just twists my mind.

I’m capable, I know I’m strong,
But here I stand, like I’ve been wronged.
The world spins on, a dizzying chase,
No matter how I fight, I’m out of place.

I’ve seen the signs, I’ve known the way,
But something always leads me astray.
Time moves forward, I stay behind,
A silent witness to my mind.

Still, somewhere deep, I feel the spark,
Not from the stars, but from the dark.
I’ll find the crack, I’ll break the door,
And rise again, stronger than before.

For though it feels like I’m stuck inside,
I hold the key, I won’t hide.

Everything seems fine,
at least that’s how it looks from the outside.
But honestly, I can’t help feeling like there’s more to it than what meets the eye.
It’s easy to look at other people and think they’ve got everything together, that they’ve got it all figured out.
But I wonder sometimes if they’re just hiding what’s really going on, because I know I’m not the only one who’s struggling.
We all have our own stuff going on, even if no one sees it.