Your soul a compass set abound in a sea of sensless emotion.
A true north to which you have no direction.
I shall be your navigator, I promise to lift your heart,
No longer adrift, but held high and set apart
A best friend to you I will be
I will be your compass across this never-ending sea.
Arm in arm we will sail through life,
And weather lives storms and strife.
I look for help, wooden ships drift by
The waters swirling around
Heading in no particular direction, no place to go
The destination is unknown--
But known too well.

confusion---Elana
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i like how u descripe ur confusion in life, like u don't know where to turn or whats really right, ~ blueyez
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i like this--a soul without direction!--much said in few words!--window watcher
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thanks for the commentary, but I would love it if someone would add their ideas:)--elana
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I added my ideas--sorry if I messed it up. I love the metaphor of the compass.--MQ