He walks, he’s not sure why he walks but he does it anyway. He knows the path he walks, he’s walked it before, but its different now. Things that seemed one way the last time he was here seem one way now. He coughs it up to different lighting… He thinks, he’s not sure why he thinks but he does it anyway. Without thinking he couldn’t change, and without change he couldn’t progress, he’s not sure what progression is, or what its for, but it feels like something he should do, he’s not sure why. Walking, thinking, progressing, feeling.

He walks, but he’s not sure why he walks…
He thinks, but he’s not sure why he thinks…
He progresses, but he’s not sure why he progresses…
He feels but, he’s not sure why he feels…

He walks, but he’s not sure he wants to walk…
He thinks, but he’s not sure he wants to think…
He progresses, but he’s not sure he wants to progress…
He feels… But he’s not sure he wants to feel…

He is, but he’s not sure if he want’s to be.