Chasing you is like chasing doves in the sky,
Without a set of wings or an ability to fly.
Chasing you is like chasing ashes floating on the wind,
As though there is anything left to chase from the singe.
Chasing you is like a dog running in circles chasing its tail,
While having a leash on its neck and tied to a metal rail.
Chasing you is like following stars in a car for many miles,
Impossible to reach even if I form a bridge from infinite tiles.
Chasing you is like a summers day in winter.