You don’t know when to quit.
It’s the refrain of the Universe,
the Powers that Be,
that as an atheist I don’t believe in
but it would be easier if I did.
When people say “God has a different plan for you”
to those of us that suffer disappointment
if I actually believed in a deity
it could be so comforting
to just be able to believe there is a plan.
Because I just keep going in hopes
that a plan will present itself
instead of running repeatedly into
walls and closed doors and
clear paths that turn out to be mirrors
that shatter when I run into them
offering another 7 years of bad luck.
I don’t know when to quit, I guess.
because I keep going.
Stumble and trip and wrench my ankles
on paths that are less traveled
when there’s a similar smooth path
right next to me, but I missed
I’m just out of pace with … everyone.
I just keep going, though.
because I don’t know when to quit.