Ruby Red Slippers

I was sitting there and thinking, "isn't it about time?" Kept wondering, shouldn't this be it? Maybe tomorrow or the next day. Patience. Keep on hoping. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. How long have I been waiting? Isn't it about time? I'm tired of sympathizing, tired of patting everyone else's head and saying, "How awful for you." What about me? I don't want to be your case, your therapy session. I'm not a charity case. I'm a lifelong issue. One problem today, two more tomorrow, three next week, and so on and so forth. I guess what I'm trying to say is, I want to try. I'd like to improve. To move forward and abandon every burden. But what about everything else I thought I wanted? These desires that press me even now when I'm feeling so hopeful? Are they hurdles placed in my path simply to distract me? Or are they just as real as the dream to change? And what about your answers? I'm afraid you may be correct. About everything. In which case, I'm more lost than before. Contrasting previous thought with present revelation. Can I be expected to distinguish between which is best? Maybe I'm done with all of these questions. Or maybe I can't help it. Maybe it doesn't even matter. Just keep telling myself, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home." Oh wait, I forgot, no place is home.