He was okay but wondering about wandering.

During my train ride home I found the perfect song to match my mood, Pearl Jam's "Slight of Hand" off of the album Binaural. I've had the album for years but never bothered to really listen to it until now. Even the lyrics, which I wasn't bothering with on the train, fit how I feel. A few choice words...

"As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands.
Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan. Was it?

He was okay but wondering about wandering.
Was it age by consequence or was he moved by sleight of hand?...

And he knew realizations would have to wait.
Till he had more time. More time."