Someone is walking along roads that twist and turn, and they can't tell which way to go. The first lines name the feeling plainly: the roads are "confusing and tiresome." There's weariness here as well as uncertainty, as if the speaker has been wandering for a while and is running out of energy.
The short lines mimic the choices of someone at a junction. "I turn right, / I turn left" feels almost like pacing back and forth, with no progress made. Then the poem shifts from a practical question, "When will I get home?", to a deeper one: "Where is home?" That last line changes everything. The speaker may be physically lost, but the poem suggests something larger, a sense of not belonging or not knowing where one's place in the world is. The mood is anxious and lonely, and it ends on a question rather than an answer, leaving the reader as unsure as the speaker.