Cascading Thoughts of a Pregnant Priestess

Wayfarer

Wayfarer

my compass just spins and spins
there is nothing left to follow
no destination worth fighting for
the north star is eclipsed

but you see, the moon, she plays tricks
tries to keep me awake and remembering
when all I want is sleep and forget

she moves as I stand still
lost amongst the trails

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