Is it Still Behind?

Why does it seem like I am trying to run from something? No matter how far I go, or how much I distract myself, there is something that always follows. It moves slowly but steadily behind. As I am painting for breath, running as fast as my legs will carry me, still it follows. In the end, I feel it’s only a matter of time before it overtakes me if only because I don’t have the will to keep running. I try to hide or throw things in its way. I think that perhaps it will give up the chase, yet at the same moment, I know it never will. Tomorrow, next week, or a year from now, the game will be the same. I wish it would give up and chase someone else if even for a short time. Dreaming of something so foolish is akin to praying that the sun won’t rise with a new day. It is inevitable. All we can do is put on a face. Whether or not the face matches what is inside doesn’t matter. We are all required to show one from our collection. We change our faces so often we forget that “it” is walking on behind. “It” doesn’t care what I look like this day or the next. Its only goal is to catch up. Maybe one day it will. Until then I run on.