Compass
When It seems like everything is against you
Like it was all only set up to fall back down
And you know the mountains are only ant hills
But no matter which direction you turn
More pop up
Like little land mines
So if it's not the course you planned
Be like a sailboat on a gusty day
Go with the current with the wind
If may not be the direction you intended on
Buts it's still an adventure
This poem is about:
Our world