looked left when I should have looked right
always going in circles
no end to directional plight
mixed signal that are useless
stop signs everywhere
lost in the translation
of what I thought was there
no road to redemption
no highway to get to you
no sign of inspiration
no helpful roadway crew
drive until the bridges
are once more clearly marked
the end of the road is nearing
I'm on the shoulder parked
the GPS needs updated
recalculating all the time
I know it can't be trusted
to show what's yours or mine
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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