I'm not really lost, literally. Well, I'm here, yet I'm not.
I need to do some searching. Would that finding something was as simple as rifling through the lost-and-found boxes they have in schools. But the boxes I see are overflowing with stuff, yet they're empty somehow.
Slim white, smoky sticks
Songs on the radio
I'm in all those things, yet I am not.
I don't really know what I'm looking for, but I know it's something important. I'll be back. Or ahead. I'll let you know when I get there. Wherever "there" is. What scares me is, what if "there" is "here" already? I just hope I'm big enough and strong enough to laugh along with the Supreme Practical Joker.