Your ease in evading me as I try to catch up
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.