GPS by Rio Sakairi

I don’t think I ever gave you the map
But you know exactly how to navigate

An explorer
You speak winds
And you spy my North Star
You mark my terrein 
With such certainty

You hand me your binoculars
And I see things I haven’t seen before
You hold my hand
And lead me to places I have never been before

I feel dizzy at the summit
It is so high
It is so beautiful
You wrap your arms around me
So that I won’t fall

Or perhaps
We are both about to fall 

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