Sailing

Confusion, I'm alone in a boat, floating on the open sea.
My only possessions are a map of endless paths and a compass.
The needle always turns north
But the direction of north changes.
Sometimes it's to my right,
Sometimes my left,
But it's always there,
And ever faithfully, the needle points to it.
I make my way on the waters, choosing paths on the map to take
navigating patiently.
Sometimes storms blow my way and hinder me from my course,
But I work to stay on the path
and when I lose the battle
I find my way back.
My compass always tells me
north, north, north,
but sometimes on a whim I hang to the east.
A mistake leads me to the west.
Bad judgement steers me south.
But like the needle, I know that ultimately my way is north.
I make my way among the seas, heading for my destination.
I know not what I will encounter.
But with my goal in mind, I sail on.