Find me down the garden path, Where shadows twist and roses cry, Where sunlight meets the aftermath Of whispered thoughts that drift and die. A labyrinth of tangled mind, Where thorns and blooms together grow, And fragile hearts are intertwined With fears that only silence knows. In this realm, the sky is gray, A tapestry of endless doubt, Where dreams like ghostly specters play, And echoes of the lost shout out. And so find me wandering down the garden path, Where my thoughts meander freely, my words tread carefully and I forget that I am lost.