I want to be found, but I can't stop hiding.
I want to be caught, but I can't stop running.
I want to be understood, but I can't stop lying.
I want to be seen, but I can't stop masking myself.
It's cold, and it's dark, and I want you to see me
But you walk right past.
It's my favorite hiding place, and you should know it by now.
Do you even care?
I see you on the horizon, and put on a burst of speed.
You don't even seem to be trying,
You only go fast enough to keep me in sight, no more.
Do you really care?
I weave fancy tales and stories to throw you off,
You shrug them off like nothing.
You listen, but you never comment, never ask me what's true.
How could you care?
I smile so you will look away, anywhere but at me.
You only frown and look closer.
I act crazy, I drive you up the wall every way I can to distract you.
Why do you care?
I want to be found, but I can't stop hiding.
I want to be caught, but I can't stop running.
I want to be understood, but I can't stop lying.
I want to be seen, but I can't stop masking myself.
Maybe, just maybe, even if I can't stop
I can slow down, just for a moment
And let you catch up, let you see me
Just a moment, before I start running again.
And maybe next time you'll try a little harder,
And I'll be able to linger a little longer.
So that some day I won't be hiding and running and lying and masking,
And you can see that the chasing was worth it.