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if I had the compass along
I’d know which way to age
which times are open season
which scars are meant for reason
I would glide along
the expressway to being doing
what we like I have done
whole aisles of superstore
and a paved road under the sun
if I had the compass along
I’d know which way was north
if I could blend blindness with ignorance
I would have been someone