There are four needles on a compass,
Yet, I still don't know where I stand.
Sailing the deep, dark waters like Christopher Columbus,
With nothing to guide me, except the fingers on my hand.
With the waves pushing me north,
Then the wind flowing south.
My mind circles back and forth,
I can't figure out the right words to spill out of my mouth.
The sun rises in the east,
Then sets in the west.
Feeling safe and secure in the least,
Trying not to sink underwater, and lose my life vest.
Holding on tightly to my only paper map,
Praying I don't flip overboard and get tossed.
I feel like I'm going in circles and already done a million laps,
Stuck out in the middle of nowhere, alone and lost.