I give a chase to it
yet the sun
doesn’t rise in the west,
I jump on it
still I find myself always
lying below a merciless rapist,
I scratch on it
nevertheless the honey is sucked
by a tartar I have accidentally caught,
I pray to it
but my cheque is bounced back
to my empty purse,
I bribe to it
and then it comes to a stand-still
to welcome my sun which rises in the west.