Walking through this forest, I’m lost, like a child, cold and hungry. Looking for direction, its the North Star that I seek.

Like ghosts, they surround me, buildings, tall as Sequoia trees, blocking out the light. I’m searching for the North Star, her location means my life.

Yet, all I see are buildings, tall as Sequoia trees, keeping every star above me, hidden from my sight. Wait, I’ve found a clearing and ahead I see a light. Oh, just another forest trick, nothing but a traffic light.

Red, move no farther, it may cost you your life. Yellow, caution, your fate is undecided, Green, run like hell, you might get lucky, that taxi may turn right.

I remember a river, oh, there it is, I hear the water flowing. Wrong again, nothing but the sewer, my words of love and actions, flowing beneath my feet.

How lost can one man be, with millions all around, yet not one that I ask for help, can point out the star I seek. I thought that I had found her, and to her course, was true.

But honesty, even unto your self, which you share with someone else, can be the course, that leads, no where, but once again, back to yourself.

Perhaps, I’m not really lost, as I stop and start to think. No one else around me, feels the peril that I feel.

Must be some illusion, that I really seek, for no one else within my reach, seems to need, the star I seek.