My Voice Broke Today

My voice broke today, and I couldn't find the pieces for 20 minutes.
I spent them in contemplation, wondering why emotion was rearing it's ugly head.
I think I had the answer before I asked the question.

Is it a sin to not care?
I don't know if that's a rhetorical question, but it's one I don't know the answer to.
It doesn't really matter to me anyways.

Drifting around, like a tumbleweed, I'm kicked along by whatever crosses my path.
I'm not a true wanderer because I have a destination.
I have no map, no compass to lead the way, but I know where I'm headed to.

But the road I take has never been straightforward, never been the easy path.
I'd rather take the side roads, the scenic route.
After all, why stare in awe at beauty at 70 miles an hour?