What is Next

I’m always wishing for the next step, now more than ever before

Who would have guessed that the next step

Would be right outside my door?

Just A Little Bit of Water

Yes, Lady Macbeth,
A little bit of water will wash that sin away.
But I'm afraid to say
That's not all it will take.

You see, I've tried to disguise my lies
By washing them down the drain
But they just get recycled
Into some other form of pain.

So if water won't wash me clean, what will?

And yes, Macbeth,
I think you must have been right
Because after last night
I'm not quite sure if I'll ever be okay.

I've been trying to swallow this thought
That I haven't lived life like I ought,
Chasing fate into the open gates,
Into the blood red ocean
Where I will float on
Into what I hoped would never be.