We don’t know how to get from A to B,
the roads are blocked, the way through is unclear
.The truck in front blocks signs we need to see
,we take wrong turns trying to get out of here
but muddle through, then find the metaphor
for life – journey without a decent map.
The scenic route that lacks a guided tour.
Don’t know if we’ll arrive without mishap
or even know when we’ve arrived at all.
Our end point might just feel like we’re waylaid
and each attempt at progress we will fall
until we realize this is where we aged.
There’s no set path for anything we do
For most things, we’ll just have to muddle through.