all heading in different ways.
You make the choices that you do and
live like this your days.
Each decision leads another thirty two,
because you can always then go back.
But the path gets more complicated,
as the turns begin to rack.
When our compasses intertwined,
an orbit they did make,
Each decision made together,
and the same paths we did take.
Some days we would just spend in bed,
my needle, you would rotate.
My points spinning three sixty degrees,
in directions you’d dictate.
But you would never, ever lose me.
Your body followed points.
All the different turns I’d taken,
with your touch you would anoint.
Sometimes our compasses turned around,
my north to your south.
We’d pleasure each other endlessly.
A mapping with our mouth.
But one night while I was sleeping.
You took a set of steps around,
until you had got yourself so muddled,
you were nowhere to be found.
And each step taken after that,
took you further and more away.
Leaving me alone and wondering,
what did I do, or say?
My life then started spinning,
Without my North, I’d die,
I cannot work without those points,
no matter how hard that I try.
I could feel you spinning endlessly,
like a bat with no true path.
I could feel the mental anguish.
I felt the absence of your laugh.
So please now, stop your moving.
If you want this love again.
My love is strong enough to find you.
If from wandering you’d refrain.
We can once more, share our compasses,
and take our paths together.
For without all points, I’m aimless
And will stay like that forever.
Life is a thirty two point compass,
You need them all to guide.
Without true north, I am nothing,
That’s why I need you by my side.
