Life moves forward (or so they say) and                     
yet I keep reeling feeling not comprehending                
      maybe sideways                                        
  or backwards                                              
                               or still                     
It always used to be the shortest distance                  
between two points; as easy as going from                   
A                                                           
                to                                          
                                     B                      
a marvellous game of connect . the . dots .                 
Too bad I wasn't all that good at games then                
  or now                                                    
and it's not as much figuring out how to get where you're   
going as it is trying to know when you've gotten there at   
all or if you've gone the right way or if you should be     
there in the first place or if you haven't just wound up    
where you started out                                       
Older                                                       
Tired                                                       
Lost