keep on

I start to feel

That I should stop

That the train

Has too much steam

That the snowball

Rolling downhill

Has gained too much mass

Or that I should at least

Slow down some

—But I’ve realized

The only way to slow

Is to stop

And the only way to stop

Is to end

And if I choose to end

At this age

I fear I’ll never

Begin again;

So I keep on