Faith

How can I get where I'm going when I'm not sure if it even exists?
     I keep walking, but the earth turns against the momentum of gravity.
Saying this is real,
                           and watch your step girl.

   I lost sight of the horizon a long time ago now
     And the scenery waltzes by so slow and sweet it breaks all my feelings into more than I can chew.
        

This isn't poetry, this is a mess.
        falling down and about cause I've got nothing left to stand by.
  What good is your map when I don't want to know which way is up?