Working Overtime tonight. May post a couple OTS pieces. c4c thanks

I'm a old wrinkled legend
defining all of the signs
for a bare footed hike
accross all terrains of life.
The problem is the map
was detailed in the sand
swept away by winds' hand.
Still blindly navigating I
know not where I am,
where I'm going or why.
Contemplating uncomprehensed sayings,
my minds' wires ware and fray
sparking smoke then flames,
every day changes in same.
Broken logic or not I figure
if I **** trillions of times
with some luck I might find
a (cracked) golden egg.