The Obsession

There are things that still up in the air,
floating, hanging,
unresolved, unconcluded,
the more we chase the answer.

The more you run after it,
the more it gets away from you.

You want it so bad with all of you
You crave it with every cell in your body
As if it was the only one left on earth
As if it was the only one exist in this millennium.

You keep passing the same path
You keep doing the same old mistake

That lead you no closer to your aim
That makes you trapped in tangled thread
It tears you apart
It bleeds you.