It is like this:
walking in a dark, moonless, and starless night,
and everything looks the same.
And you struggle to find the way,
you struggle to find the way.
And you stumble, you fall, on your way.
You rise, and you keep walking,
and you keep going,
even when sunrise seems an eternity away,
and even when you know should the sun rise,
you may not be where you’d thought you should be.
And yet, you keep going,
and you keep walking,
tapping your feet against the earth,
with the blind precision of a bat in flight.
For it is apparent, when the skies open up to light,
that every way is the way.
So, lost is really just a feeling,
not a reality.
You are where you should be.
And you never have to struggle so much
to find the way,
for you are walking
in a dark, moonless, and starless night,
and you are cleaving a path,
you are making a way—
you will know this as a fact, someday.
For now, you may feel lost.
you do not stop,
and that makes all the difference.
The sun will rise—