your map and my destination

you sit, i run.
you walk gracefully, i often stumble.
you have a chair, i only have my two feet.
your skins are dried from your cold rooms, mine's dry from the blazing sun.
you smile on that blinking machine, i smile with my paper.
you have a map, i have a destination.
you say you're lost... i say... I'm just as lost.
(Well, at least, life is fair)
I just don't know whether to be happy or sad about that.
(Now this is the part where i should decide whether to laugh or cry)
so, what now, gladys?
what now..?