Cat-Mouse Run

At no stage of my life
I am coward
or I give a second thought
but like I say it always.
I can not say it at times.
I can not make it at times.

My past is well obsessed chasing me
like all famous cat-mouse run.
Harder...faster...!
I get tired,
get humiliated by an own evil inside.
Courage only saves me besides.

It is so often
I have to misguide my mind.
Not to be get affected by past.
The nearer it comes,
I flap it like cards.
Monster looking past suddenly
turns to a beautiful craft.
This past makes present looks so relaxing!
I am made of blood and bones finally.
I choose leaving
and start living.