I’m doing the right thing, aren’t I?
I’m on an escalator heading up
with the rest of them like I should be.
I’ve been a good kid, haven’t I?
Pacing back and forth in the realm
of your expectation, without objection.
I’m going in the right direction, aren’t I?
Even if everything I want
travels opposite to where I’m headed.
Am I doing the right thing?