Like a cop stalking a killer..
A boy following his unsaid lover..
The boat rowing in Silent River..
Fingers running behind the tear..
A baby crawling to reach the mother..
Like water slowly dissolving sugar..
And as a little pup tails its keeper..
Monk digging for truth deeper and deeper..
Sometimes we just want to run..
Because this way it’s more fun..
Somethings I just don’t want to face..
My Love! As the fun is all in chase.