Think of a map, a road, and a place you want to reach. The poem pulls these apart, one pair at a time, and shows that they don't automatically lead to each other. Not knowing the way doesn't mean you have no goal. Finding a way doesn't mean your goal has vanished. Having a path doesn't prove you've lost sight of where you're going, and knowing the path doesn't mean you understand the destination.
The last line is the only one that ends with an exclamation mark, and it lands like a hard truth: even knowing the path doesn't get you there. The speaker sounds patient and a little teasing, like someone who has learned this the hard way. The repeated, slightly twisting phrasing makes the poem feel like a puzzle you have to slow down for. The mood is thoughtful and quietly firm. Wanting, knowing and doing are three separate things, and the poem asks us to stop confusing them.