Going
The corn fields whisper as I fly by,
"Go" they quietly cry,
But where- am I supposed to go?
"Go" they repeat,
I'm going, I'm moving,
But where am I to go?
I want to scream,
At the fields,
At the winds,
I want to scream at the entire world.
But I just keep going,
Never to really know where,
I go running faster,
I'll never stop,
I won't give in.
I keep going,
I push myself harder,
Maybe a bit to hard,
But I don't stop, I'll never stop.
"Go" the wind whispers,
"Stop" the voice in my head whispers,
"STOP" it screams,
The wind moves faster,
The fields
"GO" they cry,
A never ending battle between myself and our world,
What side are we on?