Dead End

Just a short piece about being lost.

So you go for a walk. You walk down the street, around the block, through the town. You walk down a dark alley, paying no particular attention to your surroundings. And then it happens, you hit a dead end. You can't go anywhere but back the way you came, or you can just sit there, waiting, for something else to happen.

It never will.

You have no choice. You have to go back and find a different path. There is always a different path. You just have to find the right one to get where you need to go. 

So you turn around, you start walking back. Thinking back over where you went wrong, which turn was the one that got you lost in the first place? Was it your own fault, was it a direction someone gave you, or a fluke? A random mistake that happened for no reason, through no ones fault? No, there was a reason, there was something to learn, even if it was just not to go that way next time.

So what do you do? Where do you go? Which direction do you head in next? Do you even have any idea where you're going, where you want to be, where you need to end up? 

Or are you lost, like me?