The Well

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.