The Steeplechase

Things were running away from me

and going the distance all the while

until you ran so fast your chest blew into shreds

And you ran your fingers underneath my eyes

instead of just asking me my age

But I was too busy making the rounds

and the circles around you

like I knew I could

should

would

Then I put my mind to sleep

and my legs up high

but you were too far back and down to see me over here

floating like a butterfly

and stinging like a bee

and then I got right out of the water

and left the leadhead to rot

talk about my featherweight

and how my feet fail me not