Chasing

The last three days I've been chasing buses.
Not because I fear being late,
I am already were I needed to be.
I chase them because I need to get somewhere,
But they run away.

My eyes do the same thing.
I count the lights,
But lose track as they get farther away.
My eyes can't keep up with the distance,
Everything blurs into a whole.

I've been chasing buses,
And tomorrow I think I'll catch one.