Song of Myself Verse 51 The past and present wilt--I have fill'd them, emptied them. And proceed to fill my next fold of the future. Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I snuff the sidle of evening, (Talk honestly, no one else hears you, and I stay only a minute longer.) Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) I concentrate toward them that are nigh, I wait on the door-slab. Who has done his day's work? who will soonest be through with his supper? Who wishes to walk with me? Will you speak before I am gone? will you prove already too late? Walt Whitman
I feel that way sometimes. I try and be content with my life here, but i hate my town and I"m very stuck. I have no HS diploma and a good job. I make decent money, but not enough to move anywhere. I hope you feel better and not so stuck!
