The compass turns
spinning around to find its correct course
and where the arrow points
we follow
I close my eyes
stretch out my arm, finger pointing straight
I turn
Spin
Laugh
and eventually
fall from dizziness
Still my finger points
directly at the path I did not want to take
but even my silliness knew it was the correct course
Sometimes it pays to be childish
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 10:19 PM UTC
The compass turns
spinning around to find its correct course
and where the arrow points
we follow
I close my eyes
stretch out my arm, finger pointing straight
I turn
Spin
Laugh
and eventually
fall from dizziness
Still my finger points
directly at the path I did not want to take
but even my silliness knew it was the correct course
Sometimes it pays to be childish
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