The Compass

[atiguhya padma]

How can I participate
In a system that diminishes me?
How can I endorse
What makes me insignificant?
The beach is filled with footsteps
Of those scrambling for a viewpoint
To see the distant pictures
That foretell our soulless future.
The waters whisper round our feet
And fill what space they can.
We crawl along in darkness
Knowing only what we see
And the waves of clouds above us
And the contours of the sea
Cover us in madness
Like the waiting of a lover
For the love that never more will breathe.
There are eyes that we have damaged
There are minds we have diseased
And those lives that we have injured
May walk amongst our dreams
And breathe fire into our imaginations
Of a world not what it seems
But that dictates our long decisions
And meanders through our thoughts
Creating fear in deepest moments
When reason is unclear
And we will walk in sublimation
And glimpse faces of unease
Along the pathways of our nation
In these days of discontent.
Beneath the old storm tree
There flickers the arrow of a compass
We shall travel through these four times
But these four spaces will never be enough.

[subterranean]

I like your poem AP...as always.:)

[Ceahorse]

I like it.. the compass i see as a symbol telling you that the poem is about everything, or better explained as everywhere of the soul.

You flow through many of the journies of life, seemingly wandering, and the compass is all you have that is material.

Good job, makes me feel scared to leave my routine.

However, like i read one day, funny as it is, in a Final fantasy game (FFX i believe).

"Those that have the ability to change might indeed know happiness"