neither here nor there,

seeing bittersweet everywhere

time passes me by,

and I can’t stay,

but I’m not ready to go,

oh,

can the big ship take me there?

carry all this confusion

away from these old places?

how does it feel to fight myself

as I figure out who I’m becoming?

It feels an awful lot like this...

(to be read & reflected on whilst listening to “The Big Ship” by Brian Eno)