Swiftly pulling out his emotional compass, he reconnoitered the social landscape. Too late, he was already lost!

pre-op haiku

zen mind
empty mind
compass spinning freely

North South East West
time for a new direction
the compass spins

compass on the table
untouched the arrow shifts
door hangs by its hinges

No matter how much I shake the compass, it seems to have just one direction in mind. Pig-headed, insolent - you call this guidance?!

I move the compass again, searching for the right direction - but things just keep changing. Ah, this looks better.

Can't figure this compass out, heading just keeps changing. What's the decision here?!