Walking the Path

I’ve walked so far that I've lost my way  

My shoestrings are so frazzled they can't be tied 

To keep my shoes on I shuffle along

My hands are cold from the ever-changing wind 

That penetrate my tattered gloves 

Everyone wonders where I'm going 

All I can say is where I've been 

My map shredded, unfolded too many times 

Coffee stains and fast food residue 

Make the legend and roads hard to read 

I look up to the sky to aligning myself with the North Star 

But it simply watches me 

My Boy Scout badges are no help 

I've wandered from place to place 

Having my mail forward
But somehow I never get the letter you say you wrote so many years ago.