Sometimes I Lose My Way Poem by Phil Soar

Sometimes I lose my way and step into a field of doubt
I walk around in ignorance and can't find my way out
And deep long-standing notions that I've held for many years
Confuse me and amuse me, through a myriad of fears

Along this route I follow, and the course that I might take
Lie many twists and turns and the odd mental mistake
And as I wear my body out when trying to keep pace
I create extra stress signs and more lines upon my face

There's no dead end or cul-de-sac, where I can sit and rest
No place to park my innocence, while aggression hurts my chest
And so I just provide a spot, where life can just run wild
The sort of rank behavior that I nurtured as a child

Sometimes I lose my way and there's no reason I can find
That I should leave the path I'm on, and leave my life behind
And as the need to take that route, engulfs my every sinew
I know it's just life's purpose, and the reason lies within you