On the Run

It shapeshifts, It streams away, I bring it back, It stays with me for a while, It then wants to leave me again, I fight to hold it back, I wrestle to keep it in its chamber, Sometimes I win, Sometimes I lose, I imagine it laughing at me when it's the victor, I ask questions for which I have had no answer, I try to unravel the mystery behind my plight, It leads nowhere, A dead-end street, I have cried on the inside, My tears have overflown their banks, I trudge along on this path, Thorns and thistles no longer scare me, Who am I? Why do I go through this? Am I created for this? I ascend with weary steps, I push against the tide, I speak to it, I tell my mind to stay in its closet, I tell it to dwell with me. June 29, 2022