The Chase
It is foolish to run
And ask
For the embrace
Of one
Who does not know
How to hold you
It is foolish to run
And hide
From the presence
Of one
Who chooses
To be blind
It is foolish to run
And fall
For one who is
Not quick enough
To catch you
But it is most foolish
To run away
And eventually
Run out of breath
And ask
For the embrace
Of one
Who does not know
How to hold you
It is foolish to run
And hide
From the presence
Of one
Who chooses
To be blind
It is foolish to run
And fall
For one who is
Not quick enough
To catch you
But it is most foolish
To run away
And eventually
Run out of breath


