Fate keeps chasing after us,

Always on the go, never stopping for b r e a t h.

We try to run away from her,

As fast as we can.

You take a left turn, I take a right.

But she's always one step ahead.

And yet, when she finally captures us,

She halts, barely brushing her frozen fingers

Against our sunburned backs,

Barely constructing a m o m e n t,

Then turns around to run away

From y o u and m e.

A/N: What do you think? Please R&R