One day, you stop running.
One day, you stop.
You take a look around.
You're not there anymore.
There's no screaming. No hitting. Nothing.
You don't know where you are.
Don't know how you got there.
Don't know what's next.
Here you are.
You've made it.
Chaos no longer reigns.
And you cry.
You cry harder than you ever have.
You've been running so fast, so hard.
Not paying attention to where you were going.
And here is better.
It's definitely better.
But you cry harder.
And you can't stop.
You've been running for 20 years, maybe more
And you're not sure where you are
You only know you're not there.
You wouldn't have chosen this
Had you been walking, paying attention
Taking time to stop
But you couldn't
So you just ran
And ran
And ran
And now, now?
Where do you go from here?
You can't go back
It doesn't work that way
So now...now what?
