“Catch me if you can”
And man, she ran
After me like I was made of gold
But I did not want to let her grab hold
So we started playing a game
No rules, sunshine or rain.
Every time she would start to catch up
I would readjust my lineup
Let her think that she was getting close
Slowed down enough for her to almost reach my clothes.
Then I would sprint off once more
I flew away fast, I would soar.
The day came when she caught me
And immediately did she flee.
It took me a minute to realize I was tagged it
Finally tagged, it was hard to admit.
So I began chasing her
And back to the same old game we were.
Every time I would start to catch up
She would notice and switch her lineup
She let me think that I was getting close
She even kissed me with her nose.
Distracted by her mesmerizing grin
I did not notice she ran off into the wind –
Which blew out the flame
And before I knew it, we were playing a very different game.
Nobody told me that this game is not winnable
It is indeed miserable.
I am afraid of what will happen
The day the wind stops and relights her passion
Because I am no longer seeking where she is hiding
The chase, it was blinding
In the darkness I found the light
But what will she do when the flame reignites and gives back her sight?
The cycle is inevitable.
I have learned this lesson too many damn times, it is absolutely unquestionable.
Overplayed, no longer enjoyable
This game, it is horrible.
I withdrew, now there is only one player
No pun intended. A single betrayer.
Do not worry, she will not play alone
She will recruit others into her zone
And the cycle will begin again
But this time, I will not be it.
Oasis Poetry 