Lost

The road ahead is not clear
Shadows block the way
Uncertainty is unrelenting
And answers fail to reveal themselves.
A pause
A thought
A tear in the eye
A shake of the head
Yet the mind stays cloudy
The fog continues to thicken
And the only answer that seems certain
Is the ultimate and final move
In this losing game.
How much longer,
How much more,
Why won't it stop?
The wheels keep spinning
In the wrong direction
And I have no map.