Where

“Where are you going?”

Where? Why must there be a where…where doesn’t matter because once I get there, there will be somewhere else…the where never ends, it never stops. There is no where, but to say I’m going nowhere wouldn’t make much sense now, would it?

I just smiled…and you, you just watched me walk away.

So did I leave, or did you let me leave?
Perhaps, I let me leave.

And you just watched.