A Sense of Direction

Sophie Currie

Life is but a series of roads

A maze of dead ends

And paths overgrown

People who search

For yellow brick stone

Skip skipping blindly

To make-believe homes

But who’s to say

There’s a way out

With no end in sight

It’s easy to doubt

A sense of direction

One must go without

Feeling the fractures

From where mosses sprout

Following footsteps

Like feet in the sand

But when the tides come

The road meets an end

On dark boulevards

Reflected light bends

Mistaking mirages

For shadows of friends

Maybe it is the mystery

That traps lonely hearts

And trips the carefree

But sooner or later

The fog leaves the streets

Life is not a destination

But a journey