Lost

Why can't I find that path?
What do I passion for?
How come you can find it so much easier then me?
Why are you so special?
How'd you find out?
I wander down this road, lost and confused, jumping at each sound.
Your path was so clear, known from childhood, yet mine is dark and muddy.
Alone and scared, I'd jump to different paths.
All interest but none a passion.
The passion I search for, the light which I crave; will I ever find it in this dark hole?