the map to my life
must have been
haphazardly scrawled
by a dyslexic cartographer
who had accepted
the pointlessness of
his existence deciding
to give hapf effort
in his own future endeavors

even the woman trapped
in my phone
yelling directions
throughout my every day
has lost track of
north from south
sending me the long way
onto a series of one ways
that only serve to
lead me farther and farther
from all destinations

i am not necessarily lost
just following these
for profit prophets
racing the sunset
along dead end roads
wondering why i drift
further from the light