Lost and Found

                                                         by Wesley (More poems)

Sometimes you have to go out of you way
before you’re able to find your way
to the place you know you eventually
want to be.

I’m not sure I know just where
I want to be.
Kind of walking around aimlessly -
most of the time.
Some would say I look as if I’m lost.
They’re probably right.
From what - I’m not real certain.
But then again - lost would imply
I know where I am headed,
and I haven’t a clue.

I’m fine with where I am
and if I never take another step -
that will be fine too.
Where I was
before I found myself here
was fine back then -
back then - but not for now.

I have a feeling that I’m not yet
wherever there is,
but I’ll know when I get there.
I keep moving -
just in case there is a wherever -
for I’ll not get to where there is
by standing here.

You seem to know where you are headed.
but you’re not there -
yet you’re not lost.
I don’t know where I am headed
and I’m not there-
yet I look lost.
Perhaps I’ll find my where -
and find my where is there -
where you are headed.
But for now - I gotta go.
See you there.