Navigate
I’m not exactly sure where I’m going
My built in GPS must have misunderstood
Or perhaps I was too eager, too stubborn
Or too worried of not comprehending
Or even too embarrassed to admit I lack direction
From what I gather survival
Is a combination of common sense and creativity
Not panicking when the odds are against you
And finding a way, your way back to where things make sense
Everyone along the way will offer out their solution
Their method of madness that pulled it together for them
But at the end of the day
The end of the road
Whatever I was created to navigate through
I will eventually find my way