What about Everything?

I walked along this road, casual and carefree

and then I stopped to think. 

Where am I going?

Where does it lead?

And why have I not been asking these questions enough?

I think about time for fun

I think about time for play

And then I think about being done.

With no resume.

I am scared.

That everything will stop, and I won't be holding anything. 

Or anyone.

In search of some rest

in search of a break

from a life of tests, but something's always at stake.

Every spring, an ache starts in my chest.

It's a feeling that I can't quite explain, 

but I do know it tells me to run.

What about my life so far?

What about everything?

There are no answers, 

only thoughts that lead to new questions.