I don't know my own good
I'm lost at sea
I don't know what is good for me
Right in front of my own face
then gone again
without a trace
I can't seem to see
emotionally
I don't know what to do
even if what to do
is nothing
I'm not really sure
what is best for me
I cannot see
any future leaks
I can only stay in this present time
and wonder why
and how I climb
this mountain
The good will
I try to spill
I admire
my desire
yet I cannot find
a decent rhyme
to convey that I don't know
where to go
or where is my head
have you seen it
shouldn't I know by now
shouldn't there be a body
in a wedding gown
it's empty
yet still I travel
even though
I do not know
I'm not even sure
where to go
from here