I contemplate it every day.

There’s not a day it doesn’t get in my way.

I stare at the signs until I go blind.

The real fear of the after.

What happens now?

What happens after I get rid of these bounds?

While everyone screams, “She could have gone another round!”

But listen to how that sounds.

They believed I was an Energizer Bunny.

That’s funny, because doesn’t he, too, eventually stop running?