i'm not lost, just delayed

i'm lost

but i refuse to pull over

and ask

someone

where i am.

i learned this from my

father.

it's cheating

to use my navigation

system, or

gps, or Waze.

i'd rather drive

for another hour

or so,

burning gas.

i continue on

wandering through

this maze.

but then,

mother nature calls

and tells me

to stop.

and ask,

it's either that or

i wet my pants,

or find

an old coffee cup rolling

around in the back.