My Way Out

Not all who wander are lost
but I've been wandering around
the thought of you and I need
a map to find my way out.

You are scenery on the side
of the road, but a road I never
wanted to travel. You are
the last song of the play list.

I had a plan to get from point
A to point B which has now become
point C and I don't want to want
to be at this newness. Navigation
has led to no ending and maybe
if I believed in destiny I would
say "it has happened for a reason".

Speaking of reason, I've lost mine.
The ability to do or to have.
I remember having a plan,
having a goal, a destination.
Now this infatuation means I
only have a thought of you,
and I need a map to find my way
out.