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Compass

I look to the North to find you but you are not around.

I head back West to search, but still no where to be found.

South; Is it possible that you are not there?

Ah, in the East you found shelter: Having learned to beware.

 

The winds of fair and stormy weather have brought you to an fro.

Now you know where is safe, and where to go.

The faces with friendly smiles, that hide wicked deceit.

Fear not of them my friend, for they will crumble at your feet.

 

True goodness takes hold, and can never be blown away.

In the game of life, it is the only card to play.

Be strong and still, wander and follow no longer.

Although at times you fear you are weak, you will always be stronger.

 

Blackjack was a difficult game, and it seemed as if you lost.

The dealer was the Devil, and what a scary path to have crossed.

In that moonlight dance, you were not alone.

Although it seemed so far away, you always had your home.

 

Much like Dorothy, you had to learn on your own.

What that path taught you always knew, you did not have to roam.

Remember to forget your short-comings, and watch where you are going.

Do not follow the wind, it is not the compass who is all knowing.

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