I'd been heading toward lost my whole life and it was a patchwork of wrong turns rapidly approaching lost seems a destination with a view as good as many and the distance shrinks with time yet enough left to lose my way after all how many wrong turns can you make in one life
12/13/2008
Yeah, I've been there, too. That last stanza most of all.
this poem is reminiscent of the good shepherd which goes searching for the we lambs who are lost, and admitting we are lost is the beginning of finding our way back, to where ever that back was, which is not necessarily in the fold.
