Lost in thought, time, and space. Where I'm at I don't know. I wonder far and wide. My soul sweeps across the land. I find no comfort in the world of man. Metal cars, stone monuments, and glass houses. I cherish the kingdom that suits me best; wilderness.

The purpose is lost and forgotten. We only exist  for a short time. Birth and death it cycles no matter of you like it or not. Time doesn't wait for you. Time rushes by leaving you cold and confused and you hair tousled.

What is my purpose? My ultimate goal? My path to journey on? Will I have guardians, helpers, and fellow travelers or am I on a solitary mission?

I have the poem flapping around in my brain wailing in pitifully unconfident moans, "a road less traveled."