I saw him pass...

He was wearing a grin,
pushing a small ball of yarn,
I don't think he'll return it...

I chased him up a hill,
I rolled behind him down a hill,
I swam after him, from continent to continent
I don't think I'll catch up with him...

I ran through grass,
I jumped over water,
I stepped through fire,
I don't think my feet will hold...

I can barely see him now,
all I see is his grin,
slowly dissapearing...