knowing for the first time

our minds are set into convergent motion
we face a world with maps that are too old
and none of us has any store of gold
about our goal we have not the least notion
but are supposed to give all our devotion
to do the things about which we are told
we aren't the ones to bring sheep to the fold
but must set forth across the open ocean
not with a chart or compass of these seas
but with hearts filled with nothing but delusion
we venture out with all our flags unfurled
the sails are filled out with a freshening breeze
we scatter our dried leaves in great profusion
and know that we must inherit a new world