Backyard weeds swallow workshop stone
Compass case cracks brass shows its bone
Teen runaway loads film in hand
Bus ticket stubs like grains of sand
Needle trembles seeks a north
Gears unwind spit copper forth
Shutter clicks the moment caught
Tension winds then breaks the thought
Silver compass comes undone
Points to nowhere points to none
In the yard where shadows run
Finds its true north in the sun
Camera strap cuts deep in skin
Film rolls out light leaks in
Workshop walls hum low and cold
Compass spins its final gold
Needle trembles seeks a north
Gears unwind spit copper forth
Shutter clicks the moment caught
Tension winds then breaks the thought
Silver compass comes undone
Points to nowhere points to none
In the yard where shadows run
Finds its true north in the sun
Weeds grow tall through cracked concrete
Compass glass shatters at her feet
She pockets north lets south go free
Bus engine coughs a metal plea
No map no wire no satellite
Just a girl and waning light
She throws the pieces in the grass
Walks away lets future pass
Silver compass comes undone
Points to nowhere points to none
In the yard where shadows run
Finds its true north in the sun
Backyard silent compass gone
Workshop hums its same old song
She boards the bus with empty hand
Silver needle finds new land
Silver compass comes undone
Points to nowhere points to none
In the yard where shadows run
Finds its true north in the sun
Her true north in the sun
Bus pulls out the compass spins
North is wherever she begins
