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.

Here I sit still.

It made me
ache,
the monotony
of yesterdays tommorrows
blended together,
and then it hit me.
an 18-wheeler slamming the deer.
first,
nostalgia for green grass,
the rythmn of a ball
between my feet.
then,
the deepest longing,
Pure desire,
for that future dream.
Hurry Up!
and get here already.
But still the vision is clouded,
and I know not where I am going.
All I can say is:
There is always tommorrow.
And the beauty of yesterday
still sitting on my tongue.