Est-ce que je suis perdue?
It's funny;I collect maps in an attempt to always know
Where I am.
And yet,
I find myself always complaining of being lost.
The other oddity is that
I can't find a destination or a start.
I don't begin somewhere and
Map out directions.
I just take it all in,
Follow every path,
See every destination.
That's how you get to know a place, I think.
I guess, to make myself feel better,
I could say
I'm just in the middle of where I want to be and
Where I came from
After all,
Not all who wander are lost.
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