Trying to work it out
How, why, what
Wherefore
The fuck have I ended up here
And where to go now
Which way is North
Trying to work it the fuck out?
Laughable;
The compass needle is spinning
Yet the direction is obvious
Look to the sky
Don’t need all those fancy constructed tools
Follow the light;
We won,
Get over it π.
We weren’t even the first
Were five weeks too late
And we won’t be the last
It’s ruined now, it isn’t perfect
But nevermind;
We were all pioneers in the end.
πͺ