hisself: a riddle

Where shall I go next, he asks himself, and his self responds: “Wherever,” knowing full well that he who asked trusts himself and his self, which means that it may be time, soon, to pack up, again. What he doesn’t ask himself is “why,” because he is sure that his self has no real answer, himself. It is a double-edged sword, himself and his self. They might seem as though they are the same person, but they’re not. They’re close enough, he supposes, for government work, but in the real world, not nearly. So, he will continue to second-guess himself, and, at some point, will maybe even be beside himself.