During the day,
I have a map.

A crisp, well designed,
detailed map

which I may drift from,
but soon come back to follow.

During the night
I have a compass.

A rusted, cracked,
loose screwed compass

which I try to follow,
but the magnetism is off.

So West becomes East,
and North becomes South…

And I’m left spinning

the full 360°…

and lost
until morning.


I'm losing control of everything around me,
and only I am to blame.
All I've ever known is changing,
and I just want it to stay the same.

I'm now slipping through the cracks,
of a floor I thought was so strong.
I'm holding on to everything around me,
knowing it'll be gone before too long.