Like a dog chasing its tail
I run around in circles
trying to catch my past.
It’s all behind me.
Sometimes I grab it
in my teeth
and like a dog
try to figure out
what to do with it.
But wait,
there’s more,
and there I am again
running around in circles,
moebius endless.
Even at my age,
that’s life,
and chasing tail
is another story
altogether.