True North

True North is that-a-way buddy.
The rising sun's lies got us here.
Forget those early morning
Gas station revelations.
"The cup has to be empty
Before it can be filled."

True North is wherever
The compass turns its back on us
Like Franklin's frozen finger
Flipping us the bird.
"You must be lost
Before you can be found."

True North lies on the other side
Of what stands between us
And the promises we thought
Impossible to break.
"We have to get cold
Before we can get warm."