the calm has been taken by storm.
The day is now grey and the stars put away,
the sharp edges have all been worn.
Smoke signals were sent from this hill to that
but lost their way in the fog.
No help on the way, no savior today,
just meaningless words in a log.
Once I was tethered to true north forever,
always pointed the way for me.
Now the line is broken, frayed, severed and gone,
like my favorite tune lost at sea.
A true north once found can never be lost. You may not always be able to see it or touch it, but if you are still enough you will know it resides within you, never to leave. It's called faith. Keep it. It's worth it.
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Such terrible timing for the drift...
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