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Oh no
My moral compass has led me astray

I kept analyzing it, trying to see what was wrong
But I ignored the many magnetic influences it could have
I followed it, going in a myriad of directions
Forgotten where I was and where I aspired to go

Oh no
My moral compass has led me astray

I have heard of people in this situation
They turn up lost
Having discarded that precious compass, all they had was what they gained, sad curiosity
Impulse and Indulgence lead them, nothing more
Some alleviate the title by titling it "Impulse"

Oh no
My moral compass has led me astray

The growing frustration about my whereabouts
Although redundant, frustrated me
It came to the point where I threw down my compass, cursed it, and spat on it
Y'see, being so lost from what I had known so well
Made regarding the compass futile
Storming off, I stepped on something
It cracked a glassful scream
I halted and observed the victim of my weight
It was an old and beautiful compass, ornate but modest
However, by the traces of age and weather, it was broken ages before it was found by me
A peculiar thing of it though, the arrow didn't have its triangular point and it pointed south perpetually
I shuddered at it, despite my position nor my shaking it
It remained as if invariably fixed by the supernatural
I turned it on the contrary, only to see initials far too worn to be visible

Oh no
My moral compass has me astray

And there I was, looking over a failed and abandoned compass
While mine awaited my return
I hesitated, wondering the appeals of a rogue
The sound of a long and sorrowful howl echoed in the distance
I hadn't run so fast in my life with such direction
I kissed it, danced with it, and loved it; I proudly knew my compass was mine
To throw it away would be to throw away my sense of direction

Oh no
My moral compass has led me astray

Ah, but this way
Was the only way
To cherish it so
Scratched because of neglect
But I have accepted it now

Astray?
I am not
Misled?
I believe so
But never in all those directions, did it beg despair