Go Already

Well, let’s get on with it, one part of you
Mutters as the rest of the group concludes

That it would be wiser to get the hell
Out of hell before it revealed itself.

All the sorts of things the variously
Dying mind gets up to finally,

Bits at a time—there’s so much to stay for,
And yet the savoring prolongs the stay

And stalls the completion of the best way
To get through it all—cheerfully, freely,

Without procrastination. When you look
Ahead cheerfully—let’s go!—the going

Is always better than the let’s-just-not
That then tries to pretend you did, like ghosts.

The act of trying to go’s never worse
Than the act of pretending you done went.