Lost

I took the road less taken
wild and full of mystery.
I didn’t hear any voice
except for my own heartbeat.
I didn’t know where this path was leading me
or I was inching closer to death.
I walked fearlessly with the hope
that he is watching over me
Which he always does.

I know how I’ll die
One day he will stop supporting me
in the risks I take and then it will happen.
I kept walking on this trail for an hour
and then I heard the sound of cars
I was found
and I got tired.
I love being lost.

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