The Chase
I stand on a city street
Wind blowing in my hair
There is a silence
and I am wondering
if anyone is there
I run to the corner
with a shiver down my spine
I look around the bend
knowing there is no time
There's a worried look on my face
carrying this old briefcase
As I look up and down the streets
on this wild goose chase
Copyright © Carrie White | Year Posted 2015
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