Directions Please

It is what it is. It is exactly what it has always been. This winding path of mine keeps me constantly changing directions. Speed up, slow down, stay idle, change lanes, make a u-turn. If there is a meaning please don't tell me because I'm not quite there yet.

I hate getting lost. I'm not one to stop for directions and I seem to keep wasting gas. It gets filled up only to be on empty again. There is meaning. I know that there has to be. I just can't see where I'm going yet. I see the silver spoon with the big red cherry but I know I am too far away. Everywhere that I want to go is so far out of sight. I left you behind. I left. I keep taking all these left turns and I'm wondering if one day they will lead back to you. Can the place I stopped for directions on the side of the road, still be there when I turn around and try to make it back. Will you still be there?

I'm lost. Lost again and yet I can still see the cherry. I look at on my now imaginary balcony and I think of the "views". Yes, I still think I was going the right directions then. Why did you have to take that one way. Why did we ever leave that parking garage. Then I think of the two hour wait and I wonder if you were stopped there for a reason.

Please let me make it back home. I don't have a time frame but I know there is one according to the gas light. Please don't leave me too far behind...