Every time I cut my lip, I taste the blood, the poison
Running back into my mouth, onto my tongue
The blood, the soul, trying to escape my body
The lip scabs over, as if to desperately keep the soul within
Every time I bleed a little part of me leaves
The bigger the gash, a river flows forth, the more I realize
The insignificance that surrounds me, and all I am

Fear grips the throat, tearing at the back of the neck
Goosebumps from head to toe, chilling to the bone
Feelings like everyone has the answers but are then blank

What do I do to stop this river of change?
What is next down this road of un-walked paths?
Where do I go to find what I need in this life?
What can I say to the road ahead but….

Where do I go as my lips sense that familiar feeling?
My soul starts to drip again as if a gate were opened
Blood and indecision block the flow of clarity
Again, before I heal, I ask…

Where do I go?