True North

You seem no to be very well

Oriented

What is your True North?

Have you ever thought about time?

How it unravels until it runs out

Yet you seem to be of two minds 

swept to and fro

Like a leaf in the wind

That the world shakes 

merciless and old

And your soul just does not breathe

You are like a ghost in the shell

A scorched cocoon

A dried fig that has no inner well

Of joy or light,

Merely a shapeless form

Looming over the endless night.