Another riddle this week, I think. This time, about my usual state of mind. I wander, in a daze, from room to room, or from here to there, hither and thither. (Do people still say “thither”?) I don’t know how to say what I want to say half the time; the other half I end up saying so very many more words that what I want to say is buried and lost and forgotten and I don’t even realize.
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what I’m saying. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know what I’m doing. It’s that kind of state of mind.
Perplexed and dazed, no, dazed and perplexed. Lost in a haze, wandering unwitting in a mystery of bewilderment.
Uh, yeah, okay, I’m not quite that bad. But it’s that kind of thing. Only less so.