I always look up.
It’s just me. I look up at the sky and follow the contrails of planes heading to destinations that I’ve been or will go to.
I sometimes look down.
It’s just me. I’m just being sure that I’m on the path to where I’m going.
I sometimes wander.
It’s just me. I have no straight paths to my destination.
I’m always late.
It’s just me. I’m going to get there.