AFTER SOMETHING

I run after something, as I’ve always done,
a silhouette or a shadow,
a reflection before warm now unknown

Crystal-clear water boils through my veins,
transparent yet opaque to self
Question who you are and who I am
image, brain, and heart
heartbeat in a person,
a mind,
mind that has no reason to prove itself.
Hypocrisy today,
inconsistency in yesterday,
or what I believe I can recall from its breath.

I run after something,
blurry in the distance,
dawn without presence which still transcends.
I deviate from a meaning
of a word and a world
while I keep my route.
I know you are not
as I am not myself,
That's how we see each other,
even if we try to do well.
A filter of what we call black and white,
cursed perspective,
divided ruling,
troubled soul,
whatever it takes to try and carve a hypothetical stone

I run after something, I run after being
I run after I have lived enough to keep running
I hope you see me, how I can see myself.
Doesn’t matter if we lose our eyes,
it seems that closing them works best,
Still, I run after something, as I’ve always done,
Let’s run towards knowing who you’ve become.