I am lost and I want to find my way home.

The paths I followed have faded behind me.

The signs I trusted no longer speak.

I walk through the fog of forgetting,

searching not for a place,

but for a feeling —

the sense of belonging without conditions.

Sometimes I fear:

Is there even a way back?

But somewhere deep inside,

a spark still glows:

Home is not behind me.

Home is within.