Nonsense Of Direction

Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations. - Thoreau

tired of being an unwanted villain

boogie chillin

never gettin top billin

not even a plug schillin

with my suit needing a press

trying to follow signs and gps

all i can do is guess

continuing to lie to myself or finally coming clean to confess

lost

confused

indented

segmented

cemented

demented

disoriented

t o r m e n t e d

fermented

lamented

looking for direction

at least some sort of affection

down rigor mortised dead ends and stymieing, hallucinatory one ways

summer asphalt so hot you'd think you're in hell

frying eggs on a non-stick, blacktop coated pan

am i a confused, little boy or a lonely old man

other times walking in the rain

puddled

befuddled

muffled and muddled

trudging through the snow

whichever way the wind doth blow

fear, confusion, woe

voices in my confused, bemused head telling me so

praying someone will feel sorry for me, stopping to tell me

which way to go

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Author's Note

"If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours." - Thoreau