The Never Ending Story..

Im looking for something.. and I know exactly what it is... It just seems like whenever I "find it", its not what its suppose to be... The road map looks like it's been tossed into the river under the bridge that i'm traveling, only to float to the top with distorted, smeared direction. I remember how the map was. I know what its suppose to be.. The design of living has always been available for view....rear-view... Tamely I rest upon the facts at hand, in hand. The wheel that that I've sat behind the entire trip, glancing at a map with tainted direction to a place that I have always wanted to go.. needed to go.. Although.. Traveling to this place can only be possible if i swallow my pride of well-being that i've created. Having dipped my only source of direction in the watters beneath the road, while still having the memory of the ACTUAL way to go... What I see in the rear-view is what should be clear view.....straight ahead...Looking back into my old future.... It isnt too late to turn around..Retracing my tracks is better than coming to a dead-end... My destination is destiny