If You Utter A Word, It Will Be Gone. Poem by RIC BASTASA

at the end
you never quit.
and you keep
on moving like
a Newtonian ball
in that constant
motion.
it is your essence
now,
a never ending
movant.
they call it a
quest but
you admit it is
called
hardheadedness.
at the end of the
day, now you added it,
you call it day,
you only have to
account for no one
but yourself.
Perhaps to God,
whom you believe
sees you and everybody
love you and
everybody.
after all, you are
never alone,
with God by your
side
with God above you
how could you be
Alone.
at the end you keep
you silence
till the end because
it is it which you
love and side with.
if you utter a word,
it will be gone.
yes, God will be gone.