Blindly through our days we stumble
too often lacking guidance
or even basic information
upon which to lend ourselves direction.
Is it any wonder at all
how oft we fall?

But our natures being what they are,
each time we fall we arise
to again proceed toward....what?
Far too many times we lack even a goal.
How can it then come as a surprise
that we often seek what we despise?

So we bounce off walls of our decisions
to ricochet in new directions,
haphazard due to lack of plan.
But maybe not truly unguided.
For how often do we unseen precipice approach
yet, sightless, turn ere lip we broach?

Another venture into the unfamiliar