Where do I go next?

Where do I go next?

I see my future and shudder; I wish there was a way to erase my mistakes in the past...
Does there exist a time-space rubber?
But what I really need now, what I want to be answered is this, my brother: Where do I go next?

Where do I go next?

My life on an elastic band, always stretched and after too much tension all ties disband, leaving behind a broken boy, broken boy into broken man...

A scholar in rhetoric

Where do I go next?
By 'go next' the man means forward; seeming to be looking to move in a direction upward and not get his soul stained, his soul messed...
So perhaps I meant 'how do I reach; how do I become?' 'This omega person, this shining beacon, this sun'

But before I reject other possibilities.

Where do I go next?

I go wherever the world doesn't reject.
Like a group of birds I move with the flock and never set, set my eye's on a goal that's achievable, a goal that’s not just believable, not just a goal only God has met...

So, where do I go next?

I turn to the night because I believe the sun blinds me; the endurance of day forever grinds me... So in artificial light I shall stay.
I believe that that may be the case of people today...

So where do I go next?

I know, where I go next is in a spiralling path of recompense. All the people I've hurt in the former tense can now be paid back so I ride on the back of innocence...
Yes, I go to recompense, to gain a sense of righteousness, a virtue that spits at blindness...

But where do I go next?

Where do I go next?