The Very Much Temporary Nature of Things

I dropped my map in the leaves,

And now I’m lost, can’t quite see,

But gonna give it a go,

It never comes easy, you know.

I never did find a footpath,

So I sat by a tree and I laughed,

And my misfortune, the utter state,

Of confusion and disgrace.

Perhaps I’ll meet someone new,

Someone kind and patient, too,

Here in the woodland, lost on my own,

Maybe I’ll find me a meandering soul.

I won’t write a hook for this song,

‘Cause sometimes I get lost as I go along,

And I’ll learn to accept it – even when it stings,

The very much temporary nature of things.