It's an interesting question: When does it stop?
When do I stop?
Where do I stop?
Do I lay here and float?
Just, be?
Or do I swim for the next shore?
Swimming is so tiring though.
So much energy needed.
So little energy available.
Or is it that?
I am a lazy fellow.
I'm not very prone to using energy.
I'm pretty good at floating.
Or is it that?
I want to be okay.
I want to be satisfied.
I've never been satisfied.
Do I learn how to be satisfied, here?
Floating?
Not actively moving?
I'm just lazy.
I don't want to work that hard.
I just tell myself to be okay.
Or is it that?
I want to love the fuck out of my life.
I want to love the fuck out of my wife.
I want to exist.
Is that?
Bad?
Is it really that bad?
As bad as I make it feel?
To just?
Float?
I swim so much.
Is that because of guilt?
Is that because of ambition?
Is that fear?
Is that determination?
Do I need to learn to be?
Here?
Now?
Okay?
Safe?
Am I running?
Or am I pursuing?
I ran for so long I forgot
What's ahead?
What's behind?
Why do I feel guilty about not running?
