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Compass
Lost and confused
Emotions have run amok
Can't find North
I've reached deadlock
Sunk and perplexed
Feelings are blocked
Can't find East
I've reached gridlock
My compass of morality
Keeps turning and spinning
Offering me
No direction or clarity
My compass of morality
Keeps spinning and turning
Offering me
Nothing but insanity
Broke and alone
Senses have stopped
Can't find South
I've become laughingstock
Silent and ruined
Vocal cords clogged
Can't find West
Back to the starting block
My compass, keeps turning
No direction or clarity
My compass, keeps spinning
Sending me to insanity
Still silent and ruined
Head turned in shock
Can't find my way
Back to the starting block
© 2011 hoodedstranger.com
Emotions have run amok
Can't find North
I've reached deadlock
Sunk and perplexed
Feelings are blocked
Can't find East
I've reached gridlock
My compass of morality
Keeps turning and spinning
Offering me
No direction or clarity
My compass of morality
Keeps spinning and turning
Offering me
Nothing but insanity
Broke and alone
Senses have stopped
Can't find South
I've become laughingstock
Silent and ruined
Vocal cords clogged
Can't find West
Back to the starting block
My compass, keeps turning
No direction or clarity
My compass, keeps spinning
Sending me to insanity
Still silent and ruined
Head turned in shock
Can't find my way
Back to the starting block
© 2011 hoodedstranger.com
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