we have to know what we want
what we want our lives to look like.
But what's wrong with not knowing?
Why can't we be unsure of anything as little as what we want to do tomorrow
Every time I think I know, I get that surety, and I feel the ground beneath me becoming stable again
leaving me dangling.
And I find myself clawing at the cliff I dangle off of, trying to get a grasp of something. Anything.
While others laugh, judge, even tease us in our struggle.
Because they know what they want,
they have the perfect plan.
Oh how I envy hermits.