Not directing your future
not concerned with your past
not worrying about your pace
be it slow or be it fast

do not know where you've been
do not know where you'll go
know nothing of when or then
I only know of here and now

look into my face and see
a quiet needle resting there
a needle that is floating free
peacefully present for your stare

I can't tell you where to go
as you travel back and forth
I tell you everything I know
to help you find your north.