Broken Compass
Sands of time
Slipping through my fingers
I flip it over again
Just trying to get nearer
So close with every grasp
Never knowing when it'll be my last
Trying harder every day, screaming "slow down time!"
Good things don't come fast
Looking straight
Seeing my reflection in the mirror but
It fogs up, giving cloudy conclusions
Dear universe, I'm just trying to see clearer
I don't stay on the straight & narrow
I follow the sun & chase the moon
Nearer, closer, faster, clearer
In time we all will know soon...
I'll get there when I get there
I'd rather use a broken compass
Than a GPS
Follow my spirit into the wilderness
I do have an idea, a plan
Positive vibrations are flowing
I'm wading in calm waters to
Keep it from showing
Don't jinx yourself... I tell myself
My lips are sealed, temporary secrets of
Gypsy's souls,
Are never revealed ~
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