Which Way Is Home?
Life's compass denies me its' stare
Forgotten time knows not the where
Directions stripped themselves bare
To loiter under red streetlight glare
The music stopped to steal my chair
Stranded intersection left to ensnare
With penitent sorrow acting the spare
What's left of reason festers the unfair
Please God: Hear my humbling Prayer
Guide me to realms of endless frontier
Cast away Roundabouts that don't care
Let me be drawn to your loving Fanfare
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