Well, What Next?

Well, what next? I'm always asking myself this

Failing to find what the answer is

Till I’m staring at the frozen clock

In some dream-corroding office block

Then, the bird in me falls from its sky

The whale, confused, is suddenly beached

Reluctantly a truth is reached:

Without a plan you’re high and dry
A deadweight sinking through the days

But living just once it’s hard to say 
What's the best way forward, and why