Pride Poem by jennifer jane pryce

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?