Lost II

I am still,
still lost.
In need of guidance;
in need of a map.

There is no stillness in the crowd;
no clarity;
no peace;
no way through.
I am still,
still lost

I don't want to follow the crowd,
the rough river,
but the current is pulling me,
directionless.
What does a map matter,
when I am being pulled
this way and that.
I am no longer still,
but I am still lost.