The mind is a map that is hard to follow.  

My GPS is broken so now I'm lost. 

It took me years to learn how to read the maps, 

And still I forget sometimes. 

 

It's the trail less traveled or not traveled at all, 

Paths that lead nowhere but end up somewhere.  

The map is starting to fade; 

I feel like I'm going in circles. 

Shoot. I can't remember what i was going to say. 

Hold on. Give me a moment. 

Forget it. It's gone forever. 

I'm lost in the forest of self doubt, unsure how to speak. 

 

What happens when I can't remember,

What happens if it leaves?

What happens when I forget the way? 

My mind begins to yellow and the words start to fade. 

The blackness of my forgetful brain is closing in,  

Trying to pull me away. 

I grip on tight, my knuckles white.