Life is like a map

Laid out before you

A forbidden buffet

Sometimes leading

Nowhere...

Sometimes leading

to Shangri La...

Index finger on the atlas

Pointing out a new location

How often does that sink

In circumnavigation

Wanting to go round the world

Ending up less than you began

It can all start and depend

On the draw of a card

Not much left to defend

But when there are crumbs

And crumpling of your abode

Stick out your sore thumbs

Hitch a ride to the rest of the globe

...come with me...