There is a place I always want to go.
There, when I’m here. And when I’m there now I’m here, and I find another there. It’s an odd reality – there is always another there, yet it never looks quite like I thought it would, so instead, I want to be – there.
Is it just me, or do many of us want to go there and then there and then there yet we never get there?
Or, if we do sometimes get there, we realize we never wanted to be there at all, yet here we are.
And deep inside we wonder how we got there at all.
I am not sure. But.