The closer you come
The further I run
The further I run
The closer you come
It’s a circular game
That has no start
It’s a question of sport
It’s a game that’s got art
It’s a four cornered square
With nowhere to hide
It’s a question of pain
It’s that question of pride
If answers were meals
I’d be feasting each day
With no answers that come
Well what can I say?
If I could just stay
In one place at this time
I’d have no need to run
and would things be fine?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is build like a bed song! But i do not want to come in this round! that's delicious!