Moving on
Yet not forward
There is direction
Of sorts
The path is uneven
We stumble
Often
Losing our way
Until
Sometimes
By Kismet
We find the track
Offering hope
Before the long grass
Obscures
As we find ourselves
Back to where it started
Yet
We have learned
While we falter
And search for answers
We begin to understand
That the paths are many
Often leading nowhere
Until we find the one
That brings us to the well.