In the fog, I wander, dazed and blind,

A maze of thoughts tangling in my mind,

Each step a guess, each turn a prayer,

In a world that’s spinning, I’m lost somewhere.

Questions rise like smoke in the air,

Swirling around, pulling me everywhere.

Answers hide like shadows in the night,

Flickering out just before I find the light.

The days stretch long, the nights are cold,

And doubt’s harsh whisper feels so bold.

Truths dissolve in a sea of gray,

While I search for signs to show the way.

But then a breeze brushes my cheek,

A hint of warmth, a voice so meek.

The haze begins to slowly clear,

And suddenly, I start to hear—

The quiet sound of my own heart's beat,

Guiding me with each steady repeat.

The noise fades out, the air turns bright,

And all at once, I find the light.

No longer lost, no longer weak,

The fog lifts high, the path grows sleek.

Confusion melts like morning dew,

And I step forward, strong and true.

With open eyes and calm mind,

I leave the dark, the doubts behind,

And in the clarity, I see my way,

The dawn of a bright, new day.