Internal Compass

When day meets night and horizons blend, our inner compass feels its steady mend. Through shifting tides and storm-tossed spin, that inward shine is where we begin. True north is not a chase or race we win, it's the calm direction we hold within. Patience in step, wisdom close beside, shared guidance lights the ride. Many voices sketch the broader arc, no one light defining the dark. No storm can steal what glows inside, where purpose takes root and hopes abide. Forever forward, steady, free, together drafting destiny. One light alone may softly gleam, but many lights make the dream.