The days roll by slow
As the cold wind blows
Where am I supposed to go?
Hell, I don’t know

My hands are numb from the cold
Can’t read the map that I hold
Probably because it’s so old
And has way too many folds

It’s all worn out from the time
It gives directions, but I can’t read mine
The answers I need are hard to find
Is this some sort of sign?

Questions go unanswered
Like not having a cure for cancer
Digging for clues makes my hands hurt
Mother Nature, do you understand her?