Does it matter to you there are holes in my shoes?

What does it feel like to feel something most people want to avoid?

 

What does it mean that I’ve built this life for myself?

What is living like this the life I’ve chosen for myself?

 

Why is “different” what I want to be?

What value am I bringing to those around me?

Is choosing this hard way of life going to deliver me to some higher plane of consciousness?

 

When I say I want freedom, but my life keeps me hovering over one city block,

what am I really achieving?

 

When I say I want freedom, but at the same time, I know I can’t survive without connection,

what am I really achieving?

 

Answers to these questions sometimes elude me

and I find myself enveloped in loneliness and doubt

and then it passes, like everything does.

 

Answers to these questions change all the time

there is no such thing as the “right” reason

and eventually it will change, like everything does.