Do you know the way home from here?
I’m centered in a million roads and every way
Is one step more than I can take right now.
They blend into the broad horizon surrounding me.
On all sides the road is straight ahead, and right behind.
It is a panorama of indicision, a spectrum of choice.
In a compass where every degree is another life,
Which way is the way?
Do I want to move at all?
