This path
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.