What am I chasing?
Is it the thing I have been running from?
What am I seeing?
Are these only visions or nightmares in the storm?
I am approaching the finish line,
But at the end of it all I see another sign,
The beginning of a new race,
And this one is set on a faster pace,
Lost in this confusion,
Reality has become an illusion,
I try so hard to understand what I am chasing after,
In hopes that it has a greater purpose later,
Seeing so many spectators,
Some drown me and others are motivators,
When I have run my race,do I become great?
Will I be in first place,or will I be filled with regrets?
I guess none of that matters,
This is my Picture let me finish painting the Canvas.
The ends is now clear,
What I was chasing for seems near,
I am almost there, I am there now,
I run around like life is moving on the fast lane
They ask me what I’m chasing after yet still don’t want to know
I can’t seem to stop running because running is the only thing I know
I feel darkness chasing after me but darkness seems to be my greatest comfort, yet I’m running from it and ironically running towards it.
You say you see light at the end of the tunnel but I seem to shine bright in a dark corner with nothing but a racing mind,
You see resting is not an option but an unnecessary luxury which distracts me from this race called life.
Inevitably I run because it’s the only thing I know how,
It’s the only thing that gives me comfort
Gives me peace of mind and gives me smiles.
I run because someday I will find that which I’m chasing after.
I run because darkness chases after me
I run because I can’t stop nor help it,
I’m always on the run and I’ll keep running because that is but an illusion.
Written by Natasha “Small Tash” Yombwe and Bahati Angolwishe.