The odd alley

And off we go that path again.
That darned path.
Never figured where it began,
Will never figure where it ends.
Was the beginning always the end?

A life of rhetoric.
A swamp of questions.

The charm of uncertainties.
The gnawing realities.
The oh-so-restless spirit.

Ah! if not for the maps,
I should have been hopelessly lost.