Unsure

In the labyrinth of life, a winding trail,

Where the whispers of adventure prevail.

Footsteps meander, destinies entwined,

A narrative unfolds, both raw and refined.

Through shadowed forests and valleys low,

A traveler wanders, where mysteries grow.

Landscapes unfold, untamed and vast,

Lost in the echoes of a journey cast.

The compass spins, in a dance so free,

Guiding not to the known but to mystery.

Paths unseen, where the wild winds blow,

In the realm where lost souls often go.

Mountains rise with a majestic air,

Yet, the lost find solace in the rare.

In the crevices where echoes reside,

A symphony of the lost, side by side.

Stars illuminate the celestial dome,

Whispers of dreams and the unknown roam.

The compass may falter, the maps may tear,

Yet, in the lost, there's a peculiar flare.

A dance with uncertainty, a fearless waltz,

In the labyrinth where the lost find faults.

Yet, within the maze, beauty is found,

In the moments where the lost are unbound.

For getting lost is a peculiar art,

A masterpiece etched in the wandering heart.

In the journey's midst, where the soul is tossed,

A symphony arises, of the lessons learned and cost.