Flickering.

When a light bulb hits old age, turns sour--it flickers.

You flip the switch and you can't help but stare at it to see what happens.

Will it continue its back and forth motion between light and dark, making the room feel surreal as objects fall in and out of clarity, making your eyes twitch and your brain slightly dizzy?

Will it quickly turn on, full force and serve its function, allow you to go on with that minuscule portion of life?

Or will it go black.

Come to the end of its functional existence, demand to be replaced by something new that shines bright without time spent in the balance between two opposing ends.

Not giving up, but coming to an end when it can't be pushed any longer.

Flickering is tiring.
Lights out. Start anew.