Inside the Broken Compass

The sky split open with thunder I couldn’t outrun, every road that I followed just folded me back to …where I begun… I trusted the signs they were carving in stone, in law, in the names that they gave me to carry along But every direction I borrowed went hollow the second I tried to believe it was something I owned Left me numb in the motion, still moving but broken, with fragments of purpose that never… …felt home I gathered the pieces they told me ignore, every silence I kept started shaking the core Shattered compass in my hand but I’m still moving on, every crack in the glass shows me where I went wrong Even broken things can guide when the fear is gone, when the voice in my chest is the one I’m on The needle shakes but it’s still pointing somewhere inside, every spin in the dark pulls me back to the line I don’t need perfection just to know where I belong, I just need to feel what was there… …all along The wind kept dragging every ghost of a choice I was told, every voice that had claimed me as truth turned brittle and cold I carried the weight like it gave me control, but it buried the part of me trying to grow I walked through the noise I was trying to outrun, till the silence got loud and it spoke like a drum Every echo I feared started calling me home, like the break in the pattern was finally… …my own Every line that I followed dissolved in the end, every truth that I borrowed was never within Shattered compass in my hand but I’m still moving on, every crack in the glass shows me where I went wrong Even broken things can guide when the fear is gone, when the voice in my chest is the one I’m on The needle shakes but it’s still pointing somewhere inside, every spin in the dark pulls me back to the line I don’t need perfection just to know where I belong, I just need to feel what was there… …all along The storm said kneel, I said I’ll stand, I felt it break but I took command The map burned down in my hands, every line erased what I thought I had planned What I lost was never mine, what I found was under the spine In the space where it all collapsed… I finally heard what was inside Shattered compass, needle torn, worn down by every form I was forced to perform Spinning through the aftermath of doubt and rage, every layer I shed turned a different page The glass reflects what I couldn’t see, every broken direction pointing back to me I walk unbound with no law above my skin, inside the broken compass… …I was always in Shattered compass, still I stand Inside the break… I trust what I am