Just running
A sure beginning
An unknown end.

Planning to stop,
But trying several times...
Waiting for the right moment to stop,
Which is uncertain in itself;
Is there a right moment?

Possibly,
If I just keep running until I know it's right,
I can time it just so,
None shall know,
Think I've run away,
Or been thrown away,
But no....
I'll have left.
Been gone.
Is there something that I'm counting on?
Chancing, but hesitant,
Willing one moment,
Then backing down again in the next.

Make up my mind,
I know,
I know it all too well,
Indecisive over far more,
How could I be more?
No way,
Precisely.

Here I must address this last part of relevance;
Will I matter in the end?
Will I affect anything at all?
Is there any point in remaining,
When everything is already so wrong?

Yes?
Then give me a reason,
Just one,
The perfect one,
Before I am done,
Or should I just run?

No,
I pause, take a look around;
There is no one else around,
Then in the next moment,
There are thousands,
Millions,
Billions, even,
None even glance at me,
Not for a moment,
So why should I bother to stay?

- Jay M
March 22nd, 2019