Confusion
Sacrifices on sacrifices,
From the times I spent kneeling—my knees scarred.
Yet celebration and I are miles apart.
It’s been ages since I danced for a win;
Feels like I’m trapped in a karmic cycle of sin.
I’m in search of direction,
Travelling a path without road signs,
Seeking guidance from minds already lost.
I stay trapped in a maze,
Never proud, yet I’m lost,
A joke to those who know the way.
To anyone who can hear me out there:
Throw me a compass, a map.
I’m not asking you to walk for me,
Just show me the door out of this trap.
Maybe I can hold a trophy again,
Claim an accolade
While my age still permits—before it’s too late.
I’ll find myself, pay for lost time,
The cost of being lost.
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