i'll stop. . .
just as soon
as the clouds
stop hugging the moon
when the sun
ceases to bring
warmth, refuses to shine
when the world's spinning
suddenly halts

i'll stop. . .
when there's
no more rain
when rainbows
lose their hue
when the tides
no longer turn
when time
comes to a standstill

i'll stop. . .
just as soon
as my arms become
too weary
my eyes become
too cloudy
when breathing
is no longer required
to keep on thriving
when my heart
discontinues beating

i might
find it in me
to very slowly
walk away, if need be
but to stop?

i don't know how
i don't know when
i'm not even aware
if i'm capable
of making myself


STOP