I have a compass, it's inside me.
I know it's there, but doesn't work.
It feels more stable down to the lake,
The lake grips arrow and moves it to the home.
The waves, they shush at me, the waves, they sing to me,
The masts of yachts repeating through vibrations
Keep on, go on, bring on!
The journey's long, but you don't have to go anywhere
I am paddling here and  my oar is a golden ray of sun
You see the sparkling fishes there?
They are my dreams, my pasts in huge pot of the life.
My soul meets the compass, there, I see my way again