Hide and Seek

I play hide and seek with him.
My friend, or so I thought.
He hides me from myself
while I seek me through him.

He distracts me often
from the task at hand,
creates dreams and wonders,
builds castles from sand.

He often succeeds at beating me,
and I let him beat me too.
He makes me run after the mirage.
But now, I’m tired of running.

I ran so far in this chase,
I came so deep in this game,
that I forgot I’m just playing
and mistook this game for my life.

But just as I remember
that I’m only playing a game,
I can see through him
and find me peeking at myself.