The journey of life is a strange one,
With a few misguided crossroads thrown in,
And our decision to what road we head down,
Comes from an unknown desire deep within,

But when it comes to our journey,
Life forced me to do mine on my own,
With no beginning or end,
Where ever I lay my beer is my home,

I forgot all my directions,
And ended up getting lost,
A joyous walk that turned into a nightmare,
Where my sanity was the cost,

I’m off the beaten path,
Far away from all of you,
Trapped in my own little world of madness,
Where my destination is both the riddle and the clue,

I ramble through heartache,
I strut through my pain,
I wear a coat when it’s sunny,
And a vest and shorts in the rain,

I couldn’t afford a sat-nav,
And I left all my maps behind,
I traded my compass in the pub,
And my watch can’t tell the time,

I’m stomping through the sadness,
With a broken smile upon my face,
Convincing myself I’m settled,
As I roam from place to place,

I fall asleep in the local asylum,
But wake up in the gutters of town,
And every day I wake with a smile on my face,
But I wake up upside down,

I shout land ahoy!
When I’m deep underground,
I swim with piranhas,
And dance with headless chickens running round,

Long story short, my journey makes no odds,
Whether It big or small,
And it’s ok that I am content with being lost,
Cos it is my journey after all.

Wrote on: 22/12/2023