Wanderlust

I've lost my way long ago. I got astray like a traveler in the mountains. Not knowing where to go, I laid in the grass, watched the clouds move, but a storm approached. A black cloud covered my eyes. But where could I run? Where could I go? I 've got nowhere to go. I gotta get out of the rain. My soaked clothes freeze my wet skin. Alone by myself, this uncertainty is driving me insane. Desperately I've searched for solace, but all I found was more anguish. I've lost my way long ago. Long ago. The quest for my truth became an addiction. And my fate. Struggling with myself, I tried to hide in a shelter, but this rain will not end.