I keep telling you to ask for directions,
But no. I admit, I prefer to get lost,
Than to make human interaction.
I sometimes even like it, walking
Aimlessly wandering towards a known point
Which I know that alone, I cannot,
Will not, be able to reach. You keep
Telling me to ask for direction, and maybe
One day I will, when I am not so afraid,
Of where my initial path will lead.