Friday, March 11, 2011

Compass

North;
alone and shadow

South;
memory and sadness

West;
ashtray and lighter

East;
hatred and jealousy


My map, damaged and broken,
and I'm lost in faith, looking for love,
depends on where is your forward,
remember, there is no such thing as backward,

Rise from the east,
the place i never seen a relief,
a promise land for who doing deeds,
that just a reasons and it never a bliss.

Begin in the far south,
the place we learn to see,
the best of everything it is,
and there is no return to here after we leave.

Reach the cold north,
where things are not the same as before,
the place I'm sure we will come again,
the only place that exit to east and west.

Localize in the deep west,
where all the place are mess,
sound like medic, but just a place for addict,
its the only better place that only left with the exit to the previous place.

Compass is brilliant,
no up neither down, just one on the middle ground,
still always lost because there is no actual pole,
ending with turn around, but "the same" is never found.

Depends on where is your forward,
remember, there is no such thing as backward,
If life is like a map, soon you will see the gap,
compass, never tell what's beyond the next step.

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