The chase, sadly the blurr,
To say it eluded them would mare the reality.
Some had it in the morning, lost it at night.
Some begged for it in the day, but found it at night.
It was only a mirage never to behold for some.
While some never saw it as the chase.

The chase, the dream, the purpose.
They all chase.
Some like a wild dog.
Some like a gentle breeze.
And, some like a corny tortoise.
All chasing for that dream, that purpose, that chase.

The beauty of the chase.
Some found their souls.
A beckoning in reckoning.
A chase with grace, a sweet chase, a glorious chase.
The end is not certain from the day but not at night.
The sky holds sits for their beginnings at the right time.

The damning of the chase.
Some lost their souls, some found their souls in other souls, while some forgot the chase.
The chase then became the chaser.
What a travesty of reality?
An irony of reality, the chase would put it. Aah! Aah!! Aah!!!

You see the chase, you see the norm. Everyone is chasing something.
Though some chases nothing in something;
It's a race everyone is saddled to run.
The chase, the race, the something, the nothing; you had better chase.

The Chase, The Dream, The Purpose