It stings to admit this hit on my ego,
it seems directions do escape me,
they mock and ape me. Maps confuse me.
My GPS refused me. And I’m out here
in this God-forsaken mistake of a berg.
My nerves are rattled and I’m saddled
with this crisis of confidence. Be it
Divine Providence or a truly savvy trooper,
I could use some advice. I’m being nice,
but I need to be discreet at any cost.
So, I’m sending out this S.O.S since
guys like me can’t admit when they’re lost!
(C) Copyright Walter J Wojtanik – 2014