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 ~