Always where to begin.
Looking for a straight path to start.
But it is all cycles within circles,
edgeless turns that quickly bend,
back in upon one another,
until quickly even they end.
So here I sit and wait for them to straighten,
not willing to do so too long.
Just a search of sorts to catalogue,
the twists and turns until the next bend,
hoping there, to find a path that never turns.
Impatience though takes hold and I start up again.
I allow my renewed footfalls to measure evenly,
in footsteps that others have made.
Never lost, never lost again.
My eyes shall remain on the earthen path,
and sidestep the bends and turns.