Am not sure which way I should be headed
my moral compass has been smashed on the rocks
I don't know how to repair it
no one has ever taught me how
and probably won't take the time
I'm probably way off the course
that everyone expects me to be on
clapped in irons facing into the wind
drifting towards the rocks
I'll try my own hand at navigation
even though I don't have the proper charts
I will need to learn cartography
in order to create my own map
Some people may give pointers and nudges
but it is up to you to command your own ship
you will be judged for your own actions
when you vessel returns to port
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem