A dog chases its tail
It runs
It pounce on it
Yet it never gets to touch it.
I chase after the wind
I run
I try to grab it
Yet nothing stays in my palm.
If it will stop going in rounds and move on
If i will just stop my steps and close my eyes
the tail will follow behind it
the breeze will kiss my cheeks.
As we chase after nothing
In nothingness.
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