As We Adapt

Heading whichever direction takes my hand first
Led by archaic artefacts
The compass and its rose, rendered ineffectual
Following predetermined paths
With hardly an opportunity to undo or redo
Regret tracing lines of the map
The age of discovery, now ancient history
Derivative as we adapt

Photo by Nathan DeFiesta on Unsplash

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