Chasing,
Chasing you is like chasing wind,
Catching up with you sets i restless,
I pace but fast yet you see not my quick footsteps,
Perhaps this race has no grace for i,
I feel the needles of your breath everywhere,
Funny all awhile i have been chasing,
Chasing wind,
You do no exist,
Just the bad dream i had last night.
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