I must be speaking in gawd-dam tongues.
Why else would people keep asking me that infernal question?
How do you feel?

I feel like a hamster spinning on a wheel;
running, running, running,
but going no-where fast.
(I finally understand this expression.)

I feel like a horse wearing blinders.
I can see only the glorified target dancing before me
but am oblivious to the men making a profit off of my failure.

I feel like a cat chasing the glow of a flashlight.
Why is everyone laughing?
I'll catch the magic fairy one day…right?

I feel like a stage actress.
The sets are constantly changing behind me
but I remain static.

I feel like woulda shoulda coulda
all rolled up into one personified

I am sad.
Do you get it now?