Disorientation

. O A S R T T I I N I D E O N Befuzzled, I wander and wonder Climbing stairs up and under Zigzagging along a corridor, In the window and out the door Feeling lightheaded with a lead foot Covered In snow the color of soot. Knowing my bus will come soon I take a taxi, to the moon Now my money has all been spent I take a spoonful of disorient To decide which way to go, I dread I must find my way back to bed I get off the train at the next station I think this is called disorientation.