| Weathervane |
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| A compass or a weathervane |
| What points you down the road you take |
| So much light or so much pain |
| What shapes you to be this way |
| Staring into the sun to see |
| Staring into these endless screens |
| Reams of paper, pools of ink |
| Inundated no space to think |
| Farewell to every kind of claim |
| Real, imagined, it’s all the same |
| If it’s only image sake |
| If it’s only a weathervane |
