TS Elliot's dramatic monologue "The Love Song of Alfred Prufrock" can be interpreted interchangeably, given the lack of explanation. The scenes give the impression of random thoughts running through Prufrock's mind and make it difficult to tell what should be taken literally or symbolically. The poem returns several times to images of lonely, dilapidated streets, just like the narrator; the roads are misleading and lead nowhere. Prufrock intends to ask "a damning question," but leads astray along the way, seemingly rambling. He intends to say something that he never ends up saying. He is insecure, so he justifies his lack of action by saying that his life is commensurable. He has seen it all and done enough. It's time to sit back and relax, but it will be lonely. Elliot forces the reader to grasp the full picture and understand Prufrock for researching a question. Elliot writes the poem casting Prufrock's eyes; perhaps he has left his thoughts aside, but Prufrock speaks as if he were speaking directly to the reader; “Let's go then, you and I… Let's go and pay our visit”. He says this while the listener is taking a walk with him, probably down memory lane. Although he launched the poem, Elliot does not clarify where Prufrock is actually speaking from. It seems like maybe he's an old man, looking back and remembering his life and moments gone by, or maybe Prufrock is talking to someone else, but more likely, just himself. You could try asking yourself a question. Prufrock as the narrator is misleading and confusing, and also distracts from the main point. The entire poem is distracted by recounting details of his past irrelevant to the “overwhelming question,” the entire reason for… medium of paper… within his useless self-consciousness. He wishes to speak to “naked and white” women; he is handsome and petite, but feels inadequate by their standards because he is going bald and getting older. A picture is worth a thousand words, so Elliot exemplifies the entire poem, like a gala full of Michelangelos. He sets the poem with the melancholy mood of the man questioning his life, running in circles, lost in thoughts in his mind. Prufrock's language-related tendencies ultimately leave his "final question" open. For the sake of interpretation, he is wondering if he is satisfied with his life, because he is getting older and it is time for him to sit back and relax as the next few years pass. He is happy with what he has accomplished, even though he is still alone and not so enthusiastic, Prufrock only needs one more thing to complete his life; a woman.