My heart has no compass,
I am hopelessly lost;
Going in all directions,
My soul's paying the cost.
I need a map to guide me,
Something to steer me right;
To find my way, out of this maze,
Today...tomorrow...tonight.
I'm wandering in circles,
Coming back to where I began;
Being chagrined at finding no end,
It wasn't part of my plan.
Calm yourself, slow down,
You don't want to lose your mind;
You must keep your wits about you,
Or deeper trouble, you'll find.
Settle yourself, my wandering heart,
Be still and take a deep breath;
You'll pull through this, as you have before,
If not...then you'll meet your death.
make sure you won't get an heart attack Otherwise your heart will sound crack Like eating something that we called cracker Delicious but if it's too much you will such a heartbreaker...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do like your poem of this never to be solved riddle. To my knowledge there ain't no outside point that can provide a map. This map writes itself.