I feel lost

I feel like a map with missing lines,
A compass spinning without a north,
Standing at a crossroad made of questions
With no clear sign pointing me forth.

The days drift by like quiet clouds,
Heavy but unwilling to rain,
I carry thoughts I cannot name,
A soft, unspoken ache of strain.

I watch the world keep moving fast,
While I am paused between each beat,
Searching for a spark of light
Somewhere beneath my tired feet.

But maybe lost is not the end —
Just fog before the view appears,
A hidden path still forming slow,
Becoming clear through doubt and tears.