I ran and ran and ran in my wild dream,
To come to you, but you were always far;
My breath felt raw and I heard my lungs scream
With pain, but you were an out-of-reach star.
No matter how high I jumped or how fast
I ran, you evaded my hand. I cried;
Through mind’s memory, I made the tears last;
But, time passed, my mind failed, my tears dried.
I ran toward you and you gazed at me,
Then, slowly, turned away, I fell – you saw –
You stopped, concerned, but your heart was not free,
Bound by Fame, in its voluntary claw,
It carried you into the sun far from me;
With you went my heart far, far, far from me.