Misdirections

I've been out in the world,
seeing how out I can go,
learning and globe-trotting—
looking for the shortcut to the scenic route
and the scenic route
home.
Life, that strange thing,
it leads you on...
Life is neither art nor expression; rather, it's something more.
Life is the midnight snacks, the better-to-have-than-not-at-all's,
life is the woman that runs yours,
life is waking up in the morning,
you can plan for the twists,
but the turns will creep up on you
and turn the tables
into something else entirely.
You spend your life in a zoo,
and don't find love until the retirement home.
This place is a zoo, I want, I deserve
better.
Are you better? Or are you just trying to get there too?
All we get are misdirections but sometimes
that's the fun of it.