No known direction is meant for you.
Not east, nor west, nor north, not even south.
But you're not lost. Just alone.
Somewhere between the trail ways,
your steps are heading.
Unknown to them, no one to complicit,
no one to contribute, no one to take part in.
No one to understand, no one to hold
your hand.
The landing place is obscure.
You're by yourself, wired with solitary.
Detached from the route, which they, for you ...