And where do I go from here?

When all these poets sing their hearts away

And the people listen

So where do I go from here?

I’d like to hear!

When my voice doesn’t justify my means

And I’ll be washed paper and ink

Drowning in a lake

Down the hall where the coroner finds the frogs I shoved down my gullet

And where shall I go from here?

I do not know.

So into the empty hole I dug

I’ll be buried with the rest

 On that day shall I rise

Will my voice finally suit my soul?

But thats not

No that’s not what I need to know.

Where do I go from here?

Sailing with no compass or astrological patterns

Just open sea and the fish that splash around me

It’s weighing

This feeling everyday

Just tell me

Where do I go from here?