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.