Lost

I am without a map or compass
My sun is not on any star chart
I could be lost in a maze in the Orinoco
Or just floating through fog in Chicago

I took no lessons in navigation – for me
Voyages of exploration happened only in books
Pirate ships sailed on rivers of air
To exotic lands, conquering fear and death

And now I find myself in a small boat
Painted a friendly green and white
But the current is swift and seductive
And I don’t know where the river ends

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