Can you stop I want to get off
He just stared through me like I wasn’t even there
He didn’t even care
I was just standing there and he stared
I said it again
I want to get off
Nothing
The rows of chairs were infinite and we were all just sat
Strapped in
No let up
No final loop
Just constant
I wanted to go home
I wanted to go home so bad
But to which house
None of them were mine anymore
I had grown up
Moved on and moved out
We all had
These were just moments in time
Moments and memories and nothing more
No getting a bus to merry hill for my Christmas Calendar shop
No waiting in Halesowen at the bus stop
No final GCSE or last day of summer
No university or job interview or failed marriage
Just a chair
Just a chair in a row that didn’t mean anything
A person sat on it and time ticking
To get off would be to end it all
To walk away to leave?
To not beat a heart anymore
To not pump blood
Tirelessly running through this existence surrounded by people also living their only chance too
No rerun
No pilot episode
One shot one opportunity and then
Flat line
So sit down and make yourself comfortable
Find the will in your heart
Find the purpose you desire and run towards it
Don’t look back
There is nothing left for you there
Move forward and never look back
Make each day count
Make your life spectacular
