Every day is the same,

From the violent blaring of alarm clocks

To the tranquil tugging of the covers

All to reach the same goal,

The only goal:

Destiny.

There’s only one path,

They say

As if the compass only spins one way,

But life isn’t rigid

Not crisp-edged like lined paper,

Can’t be measured by centimeters on a ruler

Because boxes don’t leap

Or soar high above the clouds

There’s no built-in crystal ball inside you

No Book of Life or Bible

The only direction you gain

Is from the direction you choose

Loosely defined by the way the wind blows

The compass’ arrow,

Only guided by your thoughts,

Fueled by your fears,

And shaken by your loves

The compass doesn’t tell you how to fly straight,

But how to follow your wings

Let them spread,

Let each unique splash of color

Inundate the blank canvas

Because that’s all they see—

The straight line,

Not it’s possibilities

Not like the compass

North, South, East, West are your allies,

Your cardinal companions,

Chirping the song you sing,

The words you write,

The world you create

No matter which ways you go,

Coating everyone with a new set of knowledge

Like a crown of fresh snow

The compass doesn’t lie,

Its power only grows

As you do,

Documenting your spiraling roots,

Ignoring all direction,

The only language it speaks 

Being you

Oh, compass

Watch us lead the ways