It is easy to get lost,
The fog is all around;
Easy to get turned about,
Never to be found –

Surging on, into the murk,
Struggling to exist:
Every day, some disappear,
Off into the mist

Light can still be seen at times
Vaguely shining through;
And to get back homeward
Is the best we hope to do

It is easy to get lost,
It is not unjust:
All of us go through the dark
And, it seems, we must