Women.
Spent a good part of my life
chasing women
and not catching them.
Boy, did that make me unhappy.
I’d catch one
and soon find myself unhappy.
I’d lose one,
which didn’t always make me unhappy.
Except when it did.
Then I would replace her with another woman.
With whom I’d be happy with
for a while,
but then I’d soon be unhappy
with her.
Maybe she’d leave,
this one I’d really love,
But turns out she was unhappy,
that would really hurt.
And I’d be unhappy.
Again. Still. Forever.
Until the next pursuit.