Compass

I have been traveling this way
Too lost to know it’s wrong
I asked you for a map and you
Offered me yours, hand-drawn

On ragged pages, roughly traced
From context being torn
Truth abandoned to mystery,
To mystic paths well-worn

Sextant in deep darkness, useless
Ignorance shrouds the skies
Magnetic forces confounding
This compass speaking lies

Oh compass! Skewed, deceitful tool!
Confusing East and West
But as we have nowhere to go
Perhaps this way is best