Driving down life’s highway, forging through the veiling mist,
Looking for the turning that I think I might have missed.
The opening I’m seeking should not be left to chance,
Or the path I’d pursue would be left to happenstance.
The route I would follow had promised of life’s bounty
Designed to deliver benevolence and plenty.
An error of direction takes it out of my own hands;
The way I end up taking runs through uncharted lands.
Now I’m running blind with a prospect that’s uncertain,
Shrouded by the barrier of indecision’s curtain.
I need to find a crossroads to get me back on track,
And avoid the vagaries of subsequent setback.
I’ve learned that in future to escape such sad mishap,
I need to investigate a better sort of map.