I’m due north, I’m due north.

In a bus I sit and rest

my head on the coldness of the window.

As the wind rustles and it gushes,

I remember my father when

with an excited raspy voice told:

Know your worth, know your worth.

And now, in the rush

of these life things

passing and mixing,

I look

and see

Life being led-

unfinished,

unworthy.