The Chase

Never stop it. Run. Chase. 

Run with your feet and not your mouth

Scream with your mouth and not your middle finger

Think with your brain and do not overdo

Do not underdo it either

For doing everything under or above what is due will create an environment of peril

Of chaos

Of complication

Of heartache.

Let your eyes dance with the flame

And your voice make love with the music

For in every connection that your muster

Starts a bond that is stronger than titanium

Or maybe a bond as soft as marshmallow

Or as flowy as chilly river water

Or as growling as the midnight lighting that gives light to an otherwise melancholic panorama

And that bond will be pliable but not breakable

For it is made of two elements that are inseparable and are made for each other

It is covered with the thickest of passion there is on earth.

Caress the pen and let it wonder

Let it jog, sprint, let it chase after the unknown

There is more to a day than being a puzzle

It doesn't end when all its pieces fit together

Rather it only gives birth to a state of being at ground zero

That you'll have to start all over again

Until you master the art not of putting each piece together

But the literature that's underneath each individual piece

The voice that's hidden on it

The poetry that's scribbled behind it

The climax that they say defines it

The story that lurks behind it.

And the chase does not end at the finish line

It should not end upon passing through that yellow ribbon

Do not end the chase

Continue to run at your own pace

At your own time

At your own convenience

At your own sweat and heartbeat

Surpass the slow

Conquer the weak

Reach the highest

But again at your own pace

Then look back at times and smile

The road is not going to end any sooner

Slow down when there are humps

Appreciate the lilies by the banks

Do not rush towards the end

Because the end is yet to be defined

By whom, who knows?

And the chase is just a vicious cycle of dragging your feet towards what is still black and white

The hunger to know its real color gives you the adrenaline to move faster

Until you're drugged up and all consumed

And the chase is nothing but a vicious cycle.

-Tups