A lost soul

As I walk through the jungle, I realize I am alone. I seem to have left my group behind. Don't really remember which at which turn it happened; but as I kept moving forward, they did not seem to keep up. I should have looked behind. Should have told them - "here is where I'm heading". But then again, I never knew where is it I was going. As I traversed through the horde of paths available to me, I kept trying to find my way forward. Left at this juncture, I am faced with the choice again. I could traverse back a bit hoping to find the rest of them but the uncertainty of success scares me. I think I want to just keep moving forward. Sometime, somewhere this path will lead me to... To what I do not know. May be I'm destined to be a traveler all my life. In any case, I can't stand still. Let me pack my bag pack and move, for now with uncertainty.