Destination Unknown

Heading south on 416,
just me and my guitar,
destination decided
by the toss of a coin.
I don't know
if I'm being pulled
by the moon,
pushed by my gypsy roots,
or if the wind
is just blowing me this way.

I'm on a quest,
searching for my spirit
(part of me
I lost a long time ago)
that gave me direction,
told me what I wanted
out of life,
instead of this aimless
grind of nothingness.

I once had hopes of
making a difference
in the world,
making life better
for those around me,
but lately
I seem to be
spinning my wheels,
going nowhere.