The closer you come
The further I run
The further I run
The closer you come
It’s a circular game
That has no start
It’s a question of sport
It’s a game that’s got art
It’s a four cornered square
With nowhere to hide
It’s a question of pain
It’s that question of pride
If answers were meals
I’d be feasting each day
With no answers that come
Well what can I say?
If I could just stay
In one place at this time
I’d have no need to run
and would things be fine?
jennifer jane pryce
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pride-25/
