Poem 1
A path laid out in winding curves,
Lures hearts astray with whispered swerves.
Truth, cloaked in fog, a fractured view,
What seems so close slips out of view.
We chase the gleam, we run, we roam,
Yet farther still from finding home.

Poem 2
A compass spins, no north in sight,
Steps fall astray in search of light.
Promises glint like stars above,
Yet fade to dust what we dream of.
Misdirection’s gift: a longing chase,
To reach what vanishes in place.