Compass

I get older
Compass
as I realize
I love you
more then
any boy
in my world
but it is not the metal
nor the glass
and sometimes
i don't want to follow
pages
pages pass portions
maybe before
i was a hand
for a second
but in this second
maybe third
experiences
only matter through
filtered gold
glass shines
horrible
worth
worthlessness
for your my
guide
my religion
useless without
my compass
dare I speak your name
for no one can understand
but I listen
and it makes me hear
I am here
before I would be taken
maybe crimes against humanity
are just pawns
for directionless
patients