Compass

take your time friend

it’s hard enough to want it

bent like a champion

buried in the margins

tell me what’s next friend

spin me like a compass

hand of constant searching

give it time friend

if there’s beauty then you’ll find it

check my progress

stretch me past my limits

hand of constant learning

softening my edges all the time

softening my edges

waking up

waking up to find the sun

replaced by a beautiful sun

waking up waking up waking up

found me at my entrance

steady as a compass