Turning At The Round

Turning at the round I went down
The same dark street I'd gone before;
A detour southwards, away
From the eastward angle I sought.
On my right tall buildings hide
The beach, to my left a tangle
Of small streets I've wandered through.
Returning to the round recall
Here I missed the route before and
Now pause puzzled; it must be there
Just before me, go on, and right.
Indeed this was the street, to note;
Take the left before the circle,
Not after, and on my way home
Reflect on repeated mistakes.