I am not lost.

I am not confused.
I am not unhappy.
But I am not found.
And I am not clear.
And I am certainly not happy.

So what exactly am I, really?

I know I have ten toes.
And ten fingers.
And ten million things to do.

But that’s not who I am.

That’s not what makes up my being.
That’s not what makes me be.

That’s not the reason that my life looks like a set of unanswered questions.

I am always looking around.
I am always searching.
I am always watching.

But I am not lost.

I am not confused.

And I don’t think I am unhappy.
Maybe I could be unhappy.

Maybe if I let myself slip.

Maybe if I answered some of my questions.

But for right now.

I think I will stay.

Ok.