To what do I owe this childlike obsession If chosen to be called that. Am I exaggerating this whole thing, putting too much thought into something so simple. The characteristic that gives chase day in and day out. I dream and I chase. I chase and I awake. Am I humanly incapable in presuming that this is all I need. Before the first day, I truly lived life without purpose. Stuck in endless boredom, An endless contemplation debating which dining room set looked better Without a dining room to occupy the full set. Whom is the turtle, whom is the hare. Whom provokes who. Which one is you. Which one is me. Antagonizing this urge, a simple conversation turns to more. To taste, to smell this infatuation each time your around. Realizing the hunger that persisted to move my feet in a forward motion. Driving me to the brink of insanity. The earliest appearance, the first time you ran from me. The second time you ran, I thought maybe it was me. Something I said. Maybe you were busy. The third time, I saw it as the gateway to my time no longer being mine. The silly things you do. The teeth gritting. Fist clinching, I can't believe you just did that fall out into laughter. Do it again, I can't believe we almost tried to **** each other kind of silly. Through it all I do care about you. Despite the sound of buckshots you always find a way to outwit me