I have a map.
Dotted and streaked
With bold, adventurous plans.
I have a boat.
It glides and nods,
Cuts through waves,
But takes me on a new path,
An unknown trail.
I have a compass.
It flits and flirts with the wind,
Wayward and difficult,
Points to directions I haven’t framed.
And there is no lighthouse to lead the way.
I have an anchor.
It’s been on the mast since I set sail.
I hop onto it to brave the weather, uncertain.
My map is a criss-cross of contrasting inks,
But in for the ride,
However it fares.
I am navigating through life.
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