It seems there is no patience when you are lost. You take a wrong turn and then another. Your surroundings no longer look familiar so you grasp anything you can trying to get back from where you came. You squirm and shout scaring yourself half to death with all of the would of's and could of's and should of's in the moment you were lost. All of the possible out comes, usually leaving out any positive ones. So you scramble afraid to be lost for even one more second. And you take usually the turn that you should of past by.
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