Chase

Dreams of unrequited love
Saunter through my soul
Innocence lost and never returning
Haunt me like my past sins
Living is painful
Existence is far more so
In seeking contentment;
Reality has dawned
That when you stop seeking contentment
It comes to you because
The thrill of the chase is gone
I did not seek
For I never acquire
That which I chase
For so very long.
However I am weary
And pursuit causes pain
Nevertheless, though it scars me so
I vow to chase again.