Changing Norths

North did settle where I wanted it to be. The needle spun the skies stood still the wind willed not the clouds to move. Energies inside forced legs to move and heart to shake, vision blured while earth did turn to forces, who did choose to hide. I sought my will to mirror skies to mirror clouds but it did not. -The needle spun.- North moved from what it was to settle where I wanted it to be. Calm mocked, confusion reigned only my last breath will tell, did the needle settle where I wanted it to be. The goal I love, the path I hate, I am afraid. Will it come, ever to a point, where I don't have to reach?