Compasses

Thank you for the encouragement and motivation to write again, Ellie.
This one's for you.

We always try to hold it in,
Because we don’t know how to let it out.
These are our lives.
We are scared of losing all the time.
And losing ourselves.

We are our own riddles and rhyme,
Trying to sanctify our minds.
We are hollow beings.
Trying to maintain our souls.

We are not lost.
We know our direction.
We have stopped looking at compasses
Because we know the way.
We know the road.
But we choose not to go.
We bury our hands in the pockets of our coats.

We stand and never sit.
We are always ready to go,
But never ready to leave.