Lost again, nowhere to be found. Never again, will I be lost, as the road will become easy to find. My heart, my mind, both on the right path. Back to back in this train of thought, lost in doubt finding my way through hell.
I'm taking control, control over the state, the status of everything that I can't control. It is what it is, don't read much into it. People get lost only for them to be found. Everything happens for a reason, not much of a treason except it is a reason to be grateful.
Become your truest self, not your best self. Your best self doesn't exist, perfection cannot co-exist in a world so imperfect. Riddled with malice, good hearts very little. But it is that glimmer of faith that keeps us down the right way.
