Along this big winding path i must walk,

looking hard for the exit all the way,

Unware of what it is that i do stalk,

Speaking but with nothing i can say.

Wondering where i go in this tale,

Praying there is people at the end.

Hoping that my dreams don't derail,

So many thoughts my mind does bend.

Being careful that i do not trip or fall,

Fearing that i could be here for days.

Scared no one around will hear my call,

And now i must walk within this haze.