You play too many games a poem by Nomadic soul 3k

I won't chase you around the world
Time is precious
Your a maze of thoughts
which path should I choose?
The fun is in the chase
I chose to stay at home plate
you run around in circles
your mind is like a crossword puzzle
riddle me not
you give away too many clues
I'm not a toy that you can throw away and abuse
you make choices
I make decisions 
our bond should be between us
not just when you crave my attention
you play with minds
while I cover my heart
your phone connection is so close to me 
that we are too far apart