True north

Unrepentant vagabond,
plot the new coordinates
and cast the map aside.

Now I gotta ramble on,
navigate the pitfalls
and cross the great divide.

The mapmaker's legend
has direction and a key,
he set the declination,
but what good is it to me?

I can't see the rationality,
the world's not my responsibility,
and happiness isn't there for me.

But maybe I'll inch closer to the source
when I find true north.
(With or without a friend.
Keep searching 'til the end.)

Tempting fate and cheating death,
no one ever told me
it was gonna be like this.

Contemplate the randomness,
when the mind is willing
it gets downright perilous.

Overburdened, underwhelmed,
their ethical decree
that's your moral compass,
but what good is it to me?

I can't see the rationality,
the world's not my responsibility,
and happiness isn't there for me.

But maybe I'll inch closer to the source
when I find true north.
(With or without a friend.
Keep searching 'til the end.
When I find true north.)