Chasing You

In the midst of all the commotion you must have escaped my view.
But now I’m flailing, contemplating, chasing after you.

Without a second thought,
I’ll stumble towards your smile.
But what happens when I get there?
Was the chase all worthwhile?

In the cloud of the dust you kicked up I must have lost my sight,
And now you’ve got me running around, chasing you at night.

You tripped me up;
Like a rock I fell,
Right into your arms?
No, right into hell!

In the abruption of the outburst I lost sight of you.
But now I’m left with no choice but to pursue.

Chasing after you, there is no other way.
Chasing after you is a game I hate to play.
Chasing after you, why do I try so hard?
Chasing after you until my heart is scarred.

I guess I can’t tame you, no matter how hard I try.
I might as well try to touch the sky…

by Braden Patton

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