Is This Where I Was Going?

I have not seen the plays in town
only the computer printouts

I have not read the latest books
only the Wall Street Journal

I have not heard the birds sing this year
only the ringing of phones

I have not taken a walk anywhere
but from the parking lot to my office

I have not shared a feeling in years
but my thoughts are known to all

I have not listened to my own needs
but what I want I get

I have not shed a tear in ages
I have arrived

Is this where I was going?