I run after words echoing in space from every direction hoping to feel what others feel. The feeling never lingers, for I can’t feel satisfaction by living another man’s life, pretending. It’s a crowded place where everyone is looking for the same thing without truly knowing what they’re looking for. All paths are the same. All words uttered around me do not differ, neither in meaning nor in intention. One man’s happiness is not that of the other and yet people look outside of themselves to copy someone else’s happiness and they end up disappointed and frustrated. I don’t want to go there. I don’t like crowded places.
They all seem to know the answers to your questions. It’s time to get out of people’s heads and step into yours.