More drive home poetry

A compass like Sparrow's
spins out of control;
his pointed to treasure (cursed)
my destination--unclear

Feeling like a half-full soda bottle
surrounded by adolescent knees;
prayed over and cursed for landings
not of my own accord

Got a broken drive (sex)
frustrating my normal technician;
don't want to change shops
but need something else

Looking for my brightest star
but I don't need Neverland;
just a place to call home
without any doubts.