Internal Compass

What is this path you speak of?
I know of no such thoroughfare.
I only follow that which is presented
and am not concerned in how I get there.

Your sympathy is sorely misplaced
I do not need to adhere to your way.
Many others have gone before me
and made it through without delay.

The road does not need to be paved
Its glossy coat only masks what's beneath.
Our country's layered in blank expanses
And tales untold and out of our reach.

Go ahead and consider us lost.
We'll take any upcoming mishaps.
We are misguided miscreants
because we were never given maps.