THE MAPS MUST GO

I do admit that it's all insane
boundless heat and constant pain
There scorching sun, there rain
All efforts totally going in vain

But you can alter just your maps
To match truly with the terrain
The roads can't be changed for maps
New roads found, and the old remain

If the ground gets too confusing
And the maps no longer discern
Trust the ground and move forth
The maps must go, let them burn