RoadMap

The fork in the road was a lie.
It's a round about with as many options as you can want. 
The yellow brick road doesn't lead to the Wizard of Oz.
Where you go is your choice. 
You can run for days, years, and centuries and you'll never find the end. 
The gps is a no go.
The signal gets scrambled.
I see my aumakua to lead me. 
Nah I mean my akua pointing the way to fly. 
He's tellin me I ain't no chicken, I'm an eagle.
I've read somewhere that wolves don't perform in circuses. 
Been told I inherited that gene. 
Thought I was a monster unlovable but something showed me the truth. 
Painstakingly slow in finding my pack. 
They have no problem calling me out on flaws, and encouraging me in strengths.
I call them my road map. 
They serve as direction markers.
I see the love that is a glory afforded us by One greater.
It pulls us up higher than the clouds. 
When I trip, it catches me. 
It is my higher calling, my innate reasoning.