They asked me where I was going.
I surprised myself.
My brow furrowed without my own accord.
Where am I going?
I don't know.
I thought I did, but I guess not.
Where am I going?
I'm very knowledgeable, but I guess I don't know.
"Where are you going?" They asked.
"I don't know." I responded, my voice full of ice. "Why would you ask me?"
I don't know where I'm going.
Is that something I should know?
"Where are you going?" They prodded.
"I said, I don't know!" I nearly yelled.
Where am I going? Where am I going?
I don't know.
"Where are you going?" They asked again.
Yelling this time, I replied "I DON'T KNOW!"
They looked taken aback.
"No need to yell." They soothed, calming me down a bit, "but where are you going?"
I was really mad now.
Didn't they get it? I don't know.
I don't know where I'm going.
I thought I knew.
I was so sure I knew.
I had my answer prepared for when they asked, but now...
I don't know where I'm going.
