Daniel Martin Moore - Weathervane

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A compass or a weathervane
What points you down the road you take
So much light or so much pain
What shapes you to be this way
Staring into the sun to see
Staring into these endless screens
Reams of paper, pools of ink
Inundated no space to think
Farewell to every kind of claim
Real, imagined, it’s all the same
If it’s only image sake
If it’s only a weathervane