Born under a star,
with an unfortunate
sense of direction.
Meant to guide me,
mongrel led me astray!
Wild-goose chase.
I followed my dreams,
lost sight,
found doubt.
Wore that as a mantle
for a bit.
To keep the cold in,
and the world at bay.
Canis Major pain in my
arse!
Give that damn star a
bone.
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