Lost

Childhood fear that lingers with age

As if we are reading and blank goes the page

Turning the corner expecting our home

Unfamiliar the street once we did roam

Perhaps we have lapses that set us adrift

Disoriented from random time shift

The mind often strays with casual toss

Obscuring our path affecting us lost

Our inner compass is not without fail

Paying no heed to the well-traveled trail

There will be times when bearings we lack

Remain cool and calm, you’ll get back on track