Roadmaps

I am consistently
placing my bones
to match the everlasting
stretching of my skin.
I am spread out
amidst this map of travels.
Aging as I push forward,
I have lost the point
of where I began and where
I should be going.
I am old from multiple attempts
of finding self-righteousness.
This is plain, sick, and possible maddening.
God, God, God, oh God.
Am I as old as you?