The road to Luna

I drew a map from here to the moon
and left it on a bench
the instructions said only
"follow when you're lost"

When I lost myself I found my way by referencing the paper
It was still there
untouched
not bothered by the world

It's weird to think that I'm the only one to ever be lost

On my way I found a painting
Of a tree I've never seen
Yet on the side my name was etched
and encased in a heart

even when I didn't know it you loved me

I left the painting on the ground
and kept focused on the moon
If I'm ever going to find my way
I can't let my mind focus on you

The end came quicker than my mind could comprehend
And as I rounded that last windy bend

I stopped

This path was not my own
Nor was it drawn for me
And if lost was where happiness lived
Than being found just wasn't for me

So I turned around
retraced my steps
and sat down with the tree
no longer locked in a painting but surrounding me freely

I sat back on it's trunk and breathed in it's scent
Right here
Right now
everything else is gone and all that is here is here

and in the end
when I can't remember
what's up and what's down
What's before me or behind me
Nor which way I should go
I'll breath you in and remember
That there's nothing wrong with being lost...