Lost

Lost in the jungle again
with only my wits for a machete
Cutting away the parts of my life
that make no sense.
or block the way
Hacking away at the extraneous
That obscures my vision
of what it is that I seek

And I go on searching the unsearchable
seeking the unseekable
making a mess of my like for something
that may only be in my head
How can I balance the injustices performed
When I don't know the outcome
Or what good it will do the world
when I find it sitting there