Moral Compass Poem by Phil Soar

My moral compass sets the path I choose to take
Not paved with gold, nor silver lined, but the one I choose to make
I keep my thoughts imprisoned, until something breaks the lock
It makes me draw my breath awhile, when time is on the clock

For only time will help me on the road to where I'm drawn
Looking for a leap of faith, I wake up to a dawn
Of fresh and wild imagining's, on course for lasting fame
Or small mistakes along the way, with no-one else to blame

Magnetic North first set my route, the needle tossed and turned
Whilst on that path, the trials of life were effortlessly learned
And trusting in life's triumphs, forgetting many falls
I wander through the shape of life, where nature often calls