Life is but strecthes of roads
each leading somewhere
why couldn't I find mine
whether here or there?

I wonder--are they real
or a figment of my mind?
(but others are sure of what they see-
I must be blind!).

I wander--alone and lost
as each hour starts to grind
how near or far is my heart's home?
as all over only fog and mist I find.

Where is my compass?
is life only a mirage and mine a chagrin?
but there is no track leading back
and every hope of mine fate chooses to decline.