The Compass

Walking through my world
It is good to walk
With a compass
And a looking glass

I was standing wistful at the window
Asking for a purpose.
I burned the overpass
It was over rated

I am not yet fully Eye.
I have wings but they are furled.
I left a lot behind
I think that is okay.

What have I created?
Here is faith. I can choose
I want to stay
I need to learn to fly.

Life will talk
God will show
Love always shows up when I pray
God is the compass I cannot lose.

-Anonymous