Playing Catch

You would think after all the pain
that I have been through
I would stop this foolish chase.

My life seems like it is one big game of chase
like the one we played
back on the playground in the old days.

I have caught a couple in my time
but I was never able to hold on to them
like everyone else.

I see all my friends who have succeeded in the game of chase,
and they have snatched the one the needed too
and held on to them.

Mine always slip away from me
and it seems to always be my fault.

I have heard that I am picky
on who I want to catch
but that is just the way
I was taught to play the game.

Sometimes I am told that I am timid
and I do not get out there
and catch the person I want to,
but I was told that you should not be obvious.

After every game, I end up with bruises
and scratches.

Some on my hands,
some on my face,
but at least always one on my heart.

The ones on my heart always hurt
the worse.

They heal for a short while
but when the next game of catch fails,
all my bruises and scratches reappear.

Maybe one of these days
I will catch the guy
I have been running after all my life.