Weathervane - Daniel Martin Moore

A compass or a weathervane

What points you down the road you take

So much light or so much pain

What shapes you to be this way

Staring into the sun to see

Staring into these endless screens

Reams of paper, pools of ink

Inundated no space to think

Farewell to every kind of claim

Real, imagined, it’s all the same

If it’s only image sake

If it’s only a weathervane