I Am a Compass
Max, Age 7, Encino, CA
                      I am a compass,
I wonder where I'll point.
I hear the spinning of my needle.
I see the glass above my point,
I want to get out of my glass and travel outside alone:
I am a compass.

I pretend to have legs and move around
and do a jig of freedom,
so alone in this glass.
I touch the hand of my owner,
worry that my glass will never break.
I cry in horror when I'm not going the right way:
I am a compass.

I understand that I'm not the best,
I say it should be different.
I dream of truth.
I try to steer my owner in the right direction.
I hope to get out some day, but I know not tomorrow:
I am a compass.
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