Indecision: Self -talk about Leaving the House

I need to get ready. Am I already ready? For what am I getting ready?
Maybe I need to stop getting ready.
Maybe I need to just get going.
Going.
Where is it that I want to go?
I need to put on my shoes.
I like being barefoot.
I like to think about getting ready.
I like to think about not getting ready.
I like to think about staying.
I like to think about going.
Going.
Where is it that I am going?
I need to brush my hair.
I need to brush my teeth.
Teeth.
My smile is the first thing you'll see.
It's the first thing I see on you.
It's what makes your face special;
It's what lights up your eyes.
Your face.
I just saw you on facebook.
I like to see you on facebook.
I need to get ready.
I'll see you in person.
Have you been outside?
What do I need to wear?
Is it cold today? Is it sunny?
I need to get dressed.
Will I meet you today?
Where will we meet?
What will we do?
I need to get ready.

(This is just a silly poem; it is not a reflection of my state of mind or of some neurological disorder.)