Moral compa** calibrator
Degrees decrees unsettle me
In search of what? Will
We know later?
Spun out by ancient gravity
Starlight sings and smells of succour
Instinct shouldn't blind an eye
Star shaped navigators settle
Follow not the crooked lie
Hope held in naive and youthful
Caught in trance by rambling
Vortex old lent axis spoofing
Years wear down and crumble in
Mystic stone that stuck foot fast
Metal rock is precious still
Raw attraction guides the mast
Free to twist its own free will
Foggy morn veils destination
Short arm of a law that leads
Near star brings evaporation
True North guides the soul that sees