The Navigator

You can pick a paper, a map, and a stick

In search of a point laid in the dark

Sniffing through, with the stick in hand

You can give all it takes to reach the camp

The points of deception, given by the map

The layers drawn were clues not sites

Not visual sites but secretive cues

You wish you had a well laid plan

You can stride or wag your tail

Your sight will be clear, only by luck

Sniffing through, with the stick

You can give all it takes to reach the camp

You can give all it takes to reach the camp

You can sniff through the paper and the map

In search of that point, you can hope to win

The darkness will always haunt you, as you stride

Nonetheless pick up the tools

Your sight will be clear only by luck

Wag a tail, as it may be

In search of that point, you can hope to win