Sticky Thoughts

Gotta go forward;
I don’t know where I’ll end up,
But here goes nothing…

Screaming inside;
There’s no one who hears.
Aching inside,
For too many years.
Frustration, inside;
There’s no one who sees.
Desperation, inside,
The frantic disease.
Inside, all inside;
Appearing unstirred.
Untroubled, outside;
The tempest unheard.

I’m finding myself,
There I am; then lost again.
Where should I look now?

They say that wherever you go, there you are – “they” being, of course, that inexplicably all-knowing, strangely anonymous yet supposedly unerring font of collective human wisdom from which I would ordinarily try to take any advice with a grain of salt. After all, if they’re anonymous, how do you know whether they actually followed [...]