I want to do nothing. The clock ticks until I’ve got a place to be. I’m both grateful for it and resent it, because this stillness I’ve been seeking is finally-dare I say…here? No. It couldn’t be, for we never get what we want, and I’ve been fooled before into thinking a stillness has come or manifested.
What will I do? How will I change? Will I ever be able to get back here?
Will the world out there corrupt me so? Will I change for you? How will I know myself?