Lost In The Unknown, With The World In My Pocket Poem by Pedro Cescon

Every once in a while,
As if through ways past crossed,
Walking a thousand mile,
Won't save me from being lost,

I'm indeed recalling,
For, as of now,
I've been brawling,
To say 'I'm lost' in avow,

Well, let's see if there is some hope,
As I search my pocket's inside,
For something to help this dope,
Walking a well lead stride,

A few coins from arcade's change,
Half a chocolate bar furled,
And of all one awkward strange
Whole no holed world,

What to say, what to say?
What to do when you have one of these?
You take the most obvious way?
Or perhaps do as it please?

Isn't one of most maddening things?
But, as well, it answers it all,
Can't you see what it brings?
Well, brings down any wall,

'Cause if you got it with you,
You have everywhere to roam,
I, for example, will do,
Nothing more than going back home