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