Get off to where?

I got off my chair and ran to someone who looked like the controller

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