The Lost Maps

In an infinite haze of paths crossing, there's a melody in the map's distortion, the syllables whispering directions erased by time, maps of lost lands, the edges frayed, the contents unfolding, folding back again, maps without secrets, secrets with maps, always finding always hiding, the directions written yet never revealing, a loop, a loop, roundabout circles in ink, lines drawn in the sand, forgotten, forgotten, never forgotten if only remembered.

The path finds you, the path finds you, the path finds you, the path finds you, the path finds you, the path finds you...

Uncharted territory in an uncharted mind, echoes in the corridors, paths merging yet diverging, fleeting shadows.