Folding Washing Thoughts

It's been a long time coming My heart swells with the need to change But I can't do that I just need to carve out pockets Little places where I exist And am seen I am more than A someone Who can be judged on Whether I replaced an item That we ran out of That doesn't define me I pat myself down To see what I've lost And I don't know what it is I wake in the night Leaping up, searching Trying to remember I can't set my attention To this or that I'm on the breeze Whilst secured With all the scaffolding I put in place I wonder If I could follow the essence of me Along an unhindered path Watch myself Float from place to place Until I settle Where would I be What would I feel like Who would I be Without knowing that I can't start the journey And without starting the journey I stay grounded In all senses of the word