Powerless to the changing Tide
Location
I laid everything out so plainly
I delivered the maps and counted the steps
Marked the spot with the proverbial ‘X’ and yet here you stand
With no sense of direction, looking to me for guidance
My chartered maps, my compass, all manners of navigation to you I have delivered
Even the primitive gesture of pointing my finger
But you can’t even begin to indicate the general area
From which your stumbling feet and trembling knees have led you.
How did you get here?
So sound of mind, body and spirit
When I set you off
Teetering with your devices
Now here you are beaten and ragged
Arms devoid of any tool and no trace of that solid conviction or million dollar smile
Eyes hollow pockets looking, but not seeing where you have ended up
I cannot begin to set you straight to continue the course I’d previously laid
The path is unfamiliar and there is no clear destination
So gather your limbs and set your knees correct
You will find that to continue on is the best course of action
I don’t possess any knowledge of steps you have yet to take
I will arm you with sword and pen
So that you may carve your own destiny
And perhaps record your path for someone else to follow