Vanished

In the middle of the journey,
I came to myself.
In the dark forest,
Where the strange word was lost,
Where the true word no longer might be seen,
I find myself within a shirey wood.
Where the straight cast is lost in tangled ways —
in darkness.
In the middle of the journey,
I find myself within a wood of skew,
Where the right path which guided me was lost.
Where the true word no longer might be seen.
I lost astray a narrow path to stray,
Where the straight path was lost in tangled ways.
I find myself within a shirey wood,
vansihed in the maze.