We have to live

Traveling, moving,

on the road nonstop—

can’t stop, can’t think,

just waiting for the next stop.

Hours pass,

but for me the world stops

until I get there.



Is this how it should be?

Maybe life just keeps going

even when I’m on the run.



Siren rings—

everyone is running.

Do I live from alarm to alarm?

Stop my shower to go to the shelter?

Wake at 1 a.m. to run again?

Every two minutes, maybe there’ll be another alarm.

Or can I just… live?



I slept late last night,

there was a wedding, a party.

I got a cold.

Does everything have to stop

until I’m better?

Or can I just live,

do what I have to do,

even on the road,

even with alarms,

even sick and sleepless?



We have to live.

We can’t let it all stop us.