Chase

I was chasing that dream.
When everyone has deserted me,
I continue in hot pursuit.
Or at least I thought I was.

Till it finally end.
I awoke from it.
For it was not the dream I was chasing.
I was chasing an answer.
For it had eluded me far too long.

As I cling on to my pride.
I swallow all my sorrow.
Letting loose all my pain would mean chaos.
I withstand all those laughter
Brought upon me by myself.

For I chase the wrong thing.
I will not run.
You should be running.

From now on,
I shall not chase.
I shall let life come to me.
Passive as ever.
This shall be me.