I don't know
That which drives me.
I run faster
Into the Darkness
Towards an end
That is not in sight.

I am afraid.
No, not of death
But of Living.
Living a life without,
A life of regrets
For never asking.

So the dark
That is a matter of grey,
Drives onward,
Towards some ended action.

And it is,
In all that lives,
The goal of survival,
Escaping my mind's grasp.
Forever changing
All that is me.

I have given up,
To have.
And I shall live without,
To live with.
I shall cast away,
To have close.
And I will be a strong one,
To be a tender more than that.