Do you remember?
When we were young and chased
our lives away?

Across this field of sunflowers
I walk endlessly in search of what is
gone--In search of what cannot be

But each time I return, time has
stopped and here we are again--

running along the bright, yellow dots
flowing in the breeze.

basking in the bright blue sky as it kisses
the earth.

Here we are again--
Chasing. Chasing.

Chasing.