A sanctuary of thoughts

My own hero

I was searching for a name,
I looked everywhere searching my place in the world,
The sky and the water, I didn't know where I belonged,
My soul was a wanderer, a figure of mist,
I was lost wherever I went,
The roads had no directions, I followed paths that led nowhere,
A mystery unveiled, like the moss beneath the rocks,
I tried to find answers, my soul searched for questions that didn't exist,
I searched for a raindrop in the ocean, a little ray of light in a pitch black cave,
A fresh dew of hope was all I wanted,
I wondered what power reigned over me,
What made me choose the wrong path that drew me away from my haven,
I realised that the demons were my nightmares that came true,
They listened to my commands and I helped them thrive,
Now, that I know my lost world lies inside me,
I rule my world and like a queen I sit on my throne.