Lament of the North Star
No one ever asks me
How it feels to always be
The guide and never
The destination.
How many sailors
Did I fall in love
With who only used me
To find their way back
Into their lovers’ arms?
When I’m not needed
For navigation or
To serve as a metaphor
For another’s loyalty,
No one cares
About my constancy.
I’m like the daughter
Who became a nun,
Who no one visits,
And who knows that
She’ll never be touched,
Even by God, even
As the whole heavens
Wheel around her.
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Chin up Austin it’ll be ok!