Inevitable

There is not but one thought when I see you,
That life has begun, and so you pursue.
For I unwilling to begin my life anew,
Have become unwilling even to see you.
Yet having no wings upon which to fly,
I know of your chase, you will pass by
As a horse of majesty in your speed,
For you hold the scepter, no reed is there:
No Childish plaything which holds you back,
And so I fear your gain to be my sack!
Even though within my heart and mind true
Thoughts of fear have made me blind, rue tact
Of wisdom that would so move my hind to
Stop, still there is the hope you will catch me.

                                                           Inevitable, (c) Luke Bennette