The Lost Coin

I'm like a coin in an ocean, a spiral descent, Going deeper and deeper, my true path is spent. Like the plane that vanished, where none have yet found, In the heart of the triangle, on no solid ground. Sometimes I wish to be found, to be seen, But who would ever search for a soul so unseen? It's hard, this falling, this journey so vast, But as long as I'm moving, I hope it will last. I'm lost in a forest, the one in my head, Where no sunbeam shines, and all light has fled. But I choose to be guided, by the beating in my chest, Maybe my heart will find the way, and put me to the test.