During the day,
I have a map.
A crisp, well designed,
detailed map
which I may drift from,
but soon come back to follow.
During the night
I have a compass.
A rusted, cracked,
loose screwed compass
which I try to follow,
but the magnetism is off.
So West becomes East,
and North becomes South...
And I'm left spinning
the full 360°...
Directionless
and lost
until morning.
AO Poetry 