Mirage

Far away, out of reach

My single step is equivalent to two of yours

I can't keep up

My feet-

they'll wear out eventually

And what's the use?

Its not like you bother on waiting either.

Thrilling is it, being the chase?

Under the spotlight, admired by many?

Home to none.

How vain.

Full of yourself.

Insensitive of my weary legs

Ah,

but the thing is,

I'm not completely sure in saying all this.

I might be wrong about your bad intentions

and made assumptions about you enjoying all this.

I might've falsely accused you not wanting to wait,

or being two steps ahead.

Who knows, you might be standing right next to me.

Perhaps,

solely the idea of you

as this character one can't have,

a made up someone so far and out of reach

the mirage

is a whole thrill of my own.