The compass shifted
The needle is pointing wrong
Everything's confused,
Red is green and up is down,
And yet still I must go on.
Though the path drifted
And suddenly seems too long,
And my soul is bruised,
I'm determined not to drown
To a new hope I am drawn
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: ̗̀➛ Poetry: A Journey
Poetry↳ ❝ And I realise that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it's all in my mind ¡! ❞ ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Poetry is an art that can touch the soul the same as music or even a...
