Where ya been?

Let's get to the bottom of this. I want G-d. Don't wanna just keep running and running and - what? Why you walking so slow? Want to go to Jerusalem, but they say my life here is a go. Where? I'm looking, but not finding. Love your fellow Jew, love your fellow Jew. Do this and don't do that. And you're not tall enough. Smack. Wake up - Israel is being divided. But, hey, sit pretty. Keep doing what you're doing to stop what you should be doing. Quit one job, keep the other. Striving for sincerity. Stand up for your rights. Don't stop to write. So I threw my letter into the Ohel. I tore it and let go. They fell like my tears, hitting the heart of a leader so missed. But one piece landed on the outside, atop the stone wall. I picked it up. On the rough-edged piece read my words, the end of my sentence: "...to do good." I was screaming out, "I want to do good." And G-d through back those words. Like, "Mimi, talk to yourself." I have a cold but my soul is even worse. At night, I toss and I turn. And I've never been so happy. But, still, an incomprehensible potential is burning within. And I've never been so thankful. But, still, I want more and more and more. I think it can be better. And I've never been so alive. But, still, you aint seen nothing yet. Nothing yet. Nothing yet. Yet, I'm full Satiated: the evil today. And talking, too much talking. Need to just settle down and draw it in and allow some space. To let it sizzle and take shape. The mission, the future. But I just don't get it. I like a struggle, but, c'mon, like this? Just give me a sign. Meanwhile, I'm make my way around. Trying to do good. And Smiling and laughing and walking with a strut. And buying the New York Times. Because, while I toss and turn - while I be happy and thankful and alive - at least someone's making news.