Directions…a poem

Compass, Map, Retro, Geography

do we ever
which direction
is the right one
in our lives
there a
right one
or is all of life
a crap shoot
and nothing
really matters
every direction
and whatever we find
at the end
of a direction
is exactly
where we’re
supposed to be
or not
the trick is
to realize
that there
are no directions
and there are
no answers
to questions
that have no basis
in reality

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