Getting Lost

When I arrive

At a new place

The first thing I do

Is get lost.

I go off exploring

With no rhyme or reason,

No goal in mind,

Just getting lost.

I go alone, 

No friend,

No guide,

No map,

Because that's the best way

To get lost.

As I wander,

I discover,

Little hidden hideaways,

Places no one sees,

Because they're too focused

On their destination.

Beautiful places, 

Calm and serene,

But forgotten, 

Because they are not useful.

And those places,

Those hidden spots,

Belong to me.

I discovered them,

So they are mine.

The next day,

I might learn

They have names,

They appear on maps,

But for that single day,

They are mine,

And mine alone.I love getting lost.