It is not right
It's not accurate
To say I'm lost
For one cannot
Be dis-oriented
Without knowing their East.
And what's mine, again?
It's not right
That I don't know
Where I'm going
I'm not directionless
It's just that
When one lives
In the moment
The direction of the moment
Is where the life goes.
So when you
Live in the moment
You cannot be lost
But do you then
End up in circles,
Back where you
Started?
A lifelong experiment
Is not the best
Way to discover.
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