When I think I get ahead
I go back like a rat to
it hole to rethink where
I am and plan the next
venture into the world.

When I believe I’ve found
my way it’s a wrong turn
like driving and realising
you missed a road to a
place where you should go.

But, so what if I go back
and turn around and
think that I am wholly
wrong, for in the return
and the missing I am
realising the fun and
the adventure of living
this life that in the end
has its turns and fits
and who’s to say which
is wrong and which is right.

 

1/6/2023