Deep in the labyrinth of my soul, There is no door, nowhere to run. Fear and doubt, regret and pain— They are the proof that I’m alive. Life is not about wrong or right, But choosing on through every night. Every failure, every tear Became the road that brought me here. The maze was never outside— It was always part of me. So I’ll walk, though I may fall, Through every scar, I’ll face it all. No perfect answer, no perfect way— I choose my path again today. All I’ve lost, all I’ve survived, Every dream that kept me alive— Here I stand, and now I see: This is my Art of Life. Imperfect. Unfinished. Irreplaceably mine.
