You turn the map this way and that and stare at the ever changing horizon
The paper distorts one way then another with ever changing topography
It like magic but the fearful kind that pulls the earth from underneath you
The frantic worry from years ago has shifted into solemn resignation
Blink and the city changes into yet another type of hell-scape jungle
Check both ways before you walk then step out blind and broken
You did your best to follow the path with the tool you were provided
But it all changed so much so quickly how were you ever suppose to find it.
Prompt: I think we’re lost
