The Chase

Everyday we play a game of tag 

Yet, I’m always the chaser 

Everyday the chase becomes more volatile 

Yet, I keep chasing 

But it just won’t let me tag it 

Maybe It’s too fast or I’m too slow 

I just don’t know 

In their raspy voice, the old folks attempt to tell me how to catch up with It

”You gotta do this .. You gotta do that and then you’ll get it”

Yet, I find when I do it my own way 

Catching it finally comes into my reach 

And, oh the joy, I’ll finally feel when I tag it 

It’ll  be like a kid in the candy store

With all the money in the world 

Oh joy , that the world can’t mask 

Yet, I can’t even grasp 

I tagged it but it’s only a matter of time until 

I become the chaser again 

Chasing continuously 

Some day I’ll look back at the Chase 

And finally see its beauty 

And how it strengthened my legs 

Now I can run anywhere I please

The disquieting, lonely feelings will finally be gone 

And I’ll realize that no one could’ve taught me how to tag it 

That day, our game of tag will come to a jarring end 

No longer will I be a whippersnapper as the old folks say 

And I’ll finally get to say 

“I found the way, my way!

To keeping this thing that few even get to tag” 

The happiness and self love will overtake my heart of pain 

And then, this thing called life will be clear skies