Life? Poem by megan brixey

I have seen it happen.
I have read stories about it.
It seems to be everywhere I am and in whatever I read.
I run and run but it just keeps chasing after me.
I call for help,
I even scream.
It wont leave, It wont leave!
I want to stop and let it take me away,
but i know there's a reason why I'm not stopping.

Maybe it's someone I will meet along the way that is also running.
Maybe it's the places I will see.
Or maybe just what will happen in the future.
It's a mystery.
Lets not stop and we will see.