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