Lost

While walking to an endless road(life)
Fog (problem) slowly descends
Making the path so dark
Enshrouding the clear moonlit path;
The language of silence is everywhere
Humming together with the breeze
Echoing clearly into my ears
Like a gloomy lullaby,
But upon the abandoned highway
And with torment on my own arms
Together with the flickering street light
Can I still find my way back home?