lost

Crinkled maps trembling with tears,
Clutched tightly in my clenched fists,
Turning it sideways, trying to make sense.
Nothing looks familiar.

Creating sensible paths that lead to dead ends
But never losing faith in the trail.

Trying to find the green grass on the other side,
But every time, I find, the grass only seems greener.
In reality, most of the grass turns out to be a pale yellow,
Not really much better than the grass I’d been in before.