twilight(not the book)

What is this face?
I should have known better.
How does it feel to know
you’re old enough?

So out of pace
with a slow letter,
out of the mood,
or going off the cuff.

Chasing the twilight,
I fight to drag the sun back
to the sky.
I’m chasing the twilight
to show up in the corner
of your eye,
when you pass by.

Tear up this road
where the chance receded.
How does it feel to know
you’re far enough?

Is it unjust to
claim I’ve been mistreated?
End over end, I tried
to rise above.

Chasing the twilight,
I cling to red reflections
in the haze.
I’m chasing the twilight
to stay within the margin
of your gaze
on better days.

You’re still innocent
and chronically going
through a stage.
Who or what, if anyone,
is waiting overleaf?