Lost in all my wanderings

I followed all the wrong signs.
Down rabbit holes, through wardrobes,
across troll infested mountains,
under hills and over dales.

I thought the maps would help.
All the paths were marked in yellow brick,
the roads clearly laid out.
Forks and spoons scattered in the dirt,
arrows to lands unknown.

Your silence was a warning bell;
a signal of tornadoes to come,
avalanches, tidal waves,
Mt Everest was collapsing.

I took all the wrong ways to your heart,
I never truly arrived at your destinations.
All the paths were lost,
all the ways were crossed,
all my maps storm-tossed; tattered and torn.

I lost my way on the way home.
It wasn't home after all,
another lie,
another game.

I followed all the wrong signs.
Falling down the holes, careening
through the wardrobes, traipsing
lands full of unknowns.
Lost in all my wanderings.