Who runs this thing, at times I feel I do not know. Who says stop, who says go. Who runs this thing I call myself. Sometimes it's me, others, I fear, that it's someone I cannot see. Who runs this thing I call myself. I hope in there intention they keep my health. Some days I'm strong and take charge. Others I'm lazy or fearful of what's large. To fear the unknown is to fear all that surrounds me. For until explored all can only be that of mystery. Yet I head out there every day, into the unknown. No matter strength or scared, lazy or dared. For I seek the quest. The quest to the rest, the rest of what is and that's all that there is.<br /><br />S.I.M.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-runs-this-thing/
