Ramblings of a Lost boy I

I've been chasing, running, chasing something all my life. A something that always escapes me. Forever out running me, taunting me just outside my reach. Everytime I think I've caught up, and captured it, to bottle up and keep as mine own, it again eludes me. Cunning and ever fleeting. I already know, however, that it is not mine to keep, I have only stolen moments of solace. Yet I continue to give chase. Just one more moment. What is this that I crave, need? This force that drives me. Pushing me relentlessly, endlessly. Its an endless game, forever lost. If only I could identify my opponent. The part of myself that went missing and ran away.