When the storm comes,
My compass always points to you.
But the needle has been broken for years.
Even so, I still rely on it.
When it points to any cardinal direction
Other than north, when it leads me astray.
To far distant lands I will not yet know how to survive in.
To allies who pull me
from the waters,
or adversaries who aim
to plunge me deeper.
I will never again have a fixed ide...