My Compass:

My shadows name is chaos.

It follows me everywhere I go;

Latching itself onto my limbs,

It walks with me until the dawn fades and take away its boundaries.

And in the dark it welcomes me home.

Like your direction pointing me to what I believe to know,

I follow in trusting contentness knowing this shadow is a part of me,

And you.

It tells me not to focus too hard on the bright things;

Like the way we smile in the sunshine,

But have to draw them on when the sun rises again;

They cannot take away our shadows, my dear,

For every light comes and goes but where darkness remains,

Our chaos will linger.

You cannot see clearly if you look directly at things in the dark,

This I have learned,

For they will become distorted in that darkness.

Like things not meant to be wavering in the aspect of possibility.

But if we dont look at things directly,

And we let the images flow for what they are,

Not what we want them to be,

Then things will become more clear.

For chaos is always lingering.