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The world spins fast, a blur of neon lights
Another crossroads in the fading nights
I pull it from my pocket, worn and cold
A story of a journey, yet untold
The needle twitches, points where it should not
A phantom north in every single spot
My trusted compass, rusted, cracked, and frayed
A map of shadows, in the path I've made.
No true direction, just a shifting haze
Through unfamiliar forests, winding maze
But something in the quiet, starts to bloom
A different wisdom, chasing out the gloom.
Oh, my Broken Compass Guide, leading me astray
Through uncharted territories, come what may
No fixed true north, no predictable design
Just intuition, strangely, wholly mine
I'm walking by the starlight, and the feel of the wind
Letting destiny decide where roads begin.
I used to follow every line and rule
A rigid scholar, in a rigid school
But detours whispered, showed me other ways
Through hidden valleys, sun-drenched, golden days
The fear of losing, now a fading thought
For every misstep, something new was caught
A different vista, wider than before
Unlocked by walking past the labeled door.
No true direction, just a shifting haze
Through unfamiliar forests, winding maze
But something in the quiet, starts to bloom
A different wisdom, chasing out the gloom.
Oh, my Broken Compass Guide, leading me astray
Through uncharted territories, come what may
No fixed true north, no predictable design
Just intuition, strangely, wholly mine
I'm walking by the starlight, and the feel of the wind
Letting destiny decide where roads begin.
Maybe the path wasn't meant to be clear
Maybe the answers were always held near
Within the footsteps, the breathe and the sigh
A unique trajectory beneath this open sky
This broken instrument, a gift in disguise
Forced me to listen to my own inner cries.
Oh, my Broken Compass Guide, leading me astray
Through uncharted territories, come what may
No fixed true north, no predictable design
Just intuition, strangely, wholly mine
I'm walking by the starlight, and the feel of the wind
Letting destiny decide where roads begin.
Broken compass... showing me the way...
To a brand new dawn... a brighter day...
No longer lost... just finding free...
The guide was always... inside of me...
