You can't catch me
Even when you do, I slip through
the fingers you can never close.
You can grab pieces of my clothes
But never in its entirety
To catch me you have to outrun me
But it's an unlikely feat
I have yet to witness
But I have no interest in doing so
I always win
Remember that
I'll tease too
My clothes will hit the floor
But they're always in my grip
And out of yours