Your ease in evading me as I try to catch up

torments me.

You slip through my hands every time I

feel as if I’ve gotten ahold of you.

The days, the months, the years go by

and I simply can’t seem to catch up.

One day I stopped and finally looked

in a mirror and saw the wasted time.

Wrinkles and sparse gray hairs littered

head and face at a undescribeable pace.

Withered and old with little time left

and full of regrets.

That never ending loop of trying to catch

time finally caught up.

Now the cycle of me chasing and you evading

has ended infintely.

via Daily Prompt: Infinite