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CATCHING ME
Dudes, have you ever tried catching up to yourself?
Sometimes the feeling of being constantly on the go seems like I need to tell the lead man to slow up a bit. The curious part is I’m always behind the little devil. Oh, he’s a quick one, that future shadow of mine. My head is always full of improbabilities like this; it’s the way I’m wired, I guess, enjoy.
P.S. Don’t try this at home; it leads to neurosis, but if you do wear a mask, it’s catchy.
CATCHING ME
First time, there went a foot wearing my shoe,
Rounding the corner, but what could I do?
Overtaking movement, ah yes, there’s the key
Jumping to collar, what fool’s chasing me?
Ponytail whips on away, just beyond sight,
Capture possible; snare lead man just might.
Figure I’m chasing, mind’s anomaly,
Catching future holds to higher degree.
Ball of fire in front, hapless chase from rear,
Burning to meet up, but never come near.
Holding up well, not one apology,
My shadow’s in sight, busy catching me.
In full swing always, figure’s sure zealous,
Bagging my quarry, get somewhat jealous.
Closer sometimes, that’s oh so rarely,
Ask self, what’s the hurry, only whimsey.
Spirited road race, cross rivers, through wood,
Engage busy sprit, if ever I could.
Know this race; you don’t take seriously,
Grab self to slow down; it’s tough catching me.
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