Where is my place in this world?
Am I already there?
Because it certainly doesn’t feel like it.
Did I miss my shot?
Did I let it pass a number of times?
Am I on my way?
Am I getting there?
Do I keep going or do I make a left turn?
I don’t know.
Am I struggling to belong or am I struggling to draw myself far from people who knows me?
Contentment sure is a little expensive.