Chase...!

What am I chasing?

I start running in the morning,

now knowing the purpose
of this race,

I just run because
I know only running behind
things,

I never stop,

What is the purpose to stop
and make a fool of myself,

that's what I think.

I don't think I am right,

But nothing proves me
wrong either,

Life is a neutral particle
with no defined ends

except death.

I am not certain about
anything,

But I am afraid that
this inertia will break

and some new order will emerge,

Will that order be as
orderly as I want it to be?

I think about it,

even if I don't want to,

Who will remind myself?

I am not going to do that.