Lost

In a strange village I stroll off, get lost Useless at jigsaws, dunce at reading maps A dervish snowflake in a land of frost One corner leads to others. I accost Each passing person. Some evade my traps Or freely dispense errors at no cost The streets look similar. Was that one I'd crossed? No burning bush or fiery phoenix flaps To aid my navigation, tempest-tossed With people too I have this memory lapse I scratch for recognition amongst scraps Of meetings, greetings… neural pathway snaps Nearer the Styx where horrid Cerberus yaps