Compass Lost

I no longer have my compass

there is no direction known

I travel through my life as always

but now I seem alone.

I wonder if my time has come

then realize it has not

the thing I thought I'd traveled to

is still in front of me not lost.

I know I've moved with open eyes

and walked a well known path

but now I often wonder

if that walk was meant to last.

There were many forks ahead of me

that I approached with caution

I took the lane I thought I should

clear direction wasn't often.

Now I wonder if I turned

when I should have traveled straight

did I miss some brilliant words

that I'm now realizing to late?

Then I ask the question

if the direction's can't be heard

then why I am so lost at times

things that subtle are absurd.

Thinking back on all the times

I asked "is this the way?"

There was nothing that I noticed

That was yelling "hey!"

And since no one took my shoulders

And turned me to face right

I took the necessary steps I thought

To avoid the fright.

But looking back upon things

I may have been mistaken

For fearing what's in front of you is one thing

Fearing the unknown is another

One seems to make some sense to me

I can make no sense of the other.

There is no use in wishing

I could begin again

I'll make sure this compass

is not wishing to the end.