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.