Chasing, chasing, ever chasing, 
seeking how to end the chase.
Fearing, fearing, ever fearing. 
Fear is gone? Then where are you?
Dragging, dragging, ever dragging, 
still encumbered by the past.
When we're gone, what will come after? 
Joy perhaps; there can be joy.
Something's blocking, we don't get there. 
What is blocking? You 'n' me.

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