This path

A twisting

A turning

A writhing

No a burning

A biding

A waiting

While im wading

In this deep dark soup

Trying to get to the other side

Im lost as im loosing grip

I cant find my way

On this trip

I don’t know

To where it is im going

Im just burning up

In this corrosive bath

This acidic liquid

That ive traversed so far

And ive lost my legs

And ive lost my way

In this path called life.