Morals

Have you seen my compass? 
I find myself dreadfully
misplaced among the struggles of 
out world and the silent melancholy 
of my teenage years.

Have you seen my compass? 
I got lost while searching the
stars for a meaningful
answer. Maybe they knew 
where I belong.

Have you seen my compass? 
Probably not, I haven't seen it
in a while. Maybe I left it
behind when I sat among the lies,
hunting for the kernel of truth. 

Have you seen my compass? 
No? Well,
can I borrow yours?