Chased the Bear

Two summers passed, eight seasons gone, since last I chased the bear; I've dared not cross that bridge again for fear he would be there A final show of courage or a silent cry of pain, I cannot say what made me run or whether I was sane I only knew I'd stand between another and a bear; though I cannot say, in truth they ever knew the bear was there They were chasing rays and rainbows, they were chasing 'way their past, they were chasing shots of poison from a flask that couldn't last Perhaps I thought that if I caught the bear, he'd eat me first; but that would just have made more time, for them to quench their thirst See, the bear was just a metaphor and metaphors don't kill, but chasing bears and poison to put it plainly, always will