A/N: Written for the Freeverse Frenzy Competition, poem 12, and for the A-Maze-Ing Race Challenge on the DFC with prompt: compass.
Ryo's Journey
1. Compass
He was dreadfully lost
and the wind spun him in all directions
and was no help.
Still, he couldn't help but laugh,
even with no landmark in sight
and desert all around.
He imagined primary instinct
would find him water
soon enough
Because it didn't matter where he was
in the end, since he wasn't the one
with the leader rope
And was just getting tugged along.
