William wants to be off track.

"I don't know."

"What?"

"It's just out of a relationship I continue to look for the same ingredients for something that will not work again. I can't shake that philosophy of thinking. Every person who enters I try to size them up for that impossible...that horrendously flawed model, and then tossed them out for not meeting it."

"I would hate to see you at a bar."

"Ah."

"You're a victim of confusion."

"I am missing what works. I can't hear or see what works, because I get back on track. A track to nowhere. A track that I am rattled along on filled with depressing cars and hateful speeches."

"Is that how you judge it?"

"I judge that's it. I judge everything like I know what's best for me. I don't have a clue. Lost. The only thing that matters is what is being handed to me right now. I should hold that precious. Precious before my big brain gets started trying to denounce it because it doesn't quite fit anything on the track."

"So what are you saying?"

"I don't know."

"All those words made me feel like I was on a ride at an amusement park. You know something."

"I don't want to be on a track. I don't want to spoil what's right in front of me especially if I am attracted to it. Whatever it is."

"Sounds like a destination, though."

"Yeah, one I don't have to leave home to get too."