I'm About

I'm about...
About to run.
About to stay.
About to scream.
About to pray.

About is my way,
every night and every day
in a constant replay
where delay is OK to obey.

I'm about to do.
I'm about to don't.
I'm about to will.
I'm about to won't.

That's my "BE":
Stuck in the middle.
There are two of me,
the one in the flesh
and the one in the mirror.
And I think none of them are real.
Because I'm about to born.
I'm about to die
I'm about to live
I'm about to cry.

Why?

I forgot the answer.
But I'm about to remind.