The Map

Written by：AustinBrown/AndrewSavage

You'll be uncomfortable 40 percent of the time

When you open the gates of adulthood

A fair warning dare I question its accuracy

But still there was much I wasn't told

And much that wasn't explained

I decided to venture out seeking answers

I went to a professional

Can you pinpoint the origin of my anxiety

The doctor pulled out a map

I studied it and there I saw

Envy bitterness love nostalgia confusion guilt and desire

All illuminated like neon on the perimeters of a bustling thoroughfare

Soliciting my neurons for their patronage

Buzzing and pregnant with emotional potential

Ships docking harbors like thoughts approaching the threshold of perception

Towns of rapid traffic synapse intersections

Forests of dense cranial arbors

I continued studying the map

It's here

The doctor pointed to an empty patch

There was one road leading out to an empty patch

It didn't dead end but just sort of disappeared in isolation

Right here

I surveyed the space with my finger

The doctor nodded gravely

I'll leave you with the map for a moment he said

Then gathered his instruments and neatly exited the room

I traced the path of the disappearing road until it was no longer a road

Tapping with my finger on what I decided was the threshold of the road's existence

I stated it is here where I will retire