Doubt: Is There a Problem?

Oh yes!
Where was I?
Trying to find a way
To get through the day
Without screaming.

What am I doing
Back here again?
Where I came in,
Do I like it here or something?

I wouldn’t have thought so,
Nor did I think
The improvement in fortune
Would banish these fluctuations,

No, not really
But maybe only
Reduce the discomfort
Of waiting, waiting, waiting, . . .

For?
Who or what am I expecting?
Where am I trying to get to?
Or is this just a habit?

And what do you do
After you arrive?
Go somewhere else?
Or just settle down?

What is settling down?
Is that even possible?
What do I think is missing?
Or is everything okay?

Perhaps that’s the problem,
That I know it’s okay
And I’m not used to this
And keep thinking there’s a problem.