Sunday, November 9, 2008

racing the sun

We’re ready at the starting block
The blazing sun and me
The spectators can’t watch
Because the sun’s too bright to see

The sun is sliding in the sky
While I run on the land
Neck and neck, we reach a town
And the folks give us a hand

By midday, we’re still even
But the sun is getting hot
Some might say the sun is cheating
But I say that it is not

By mid-afternoon, I’m fading
While the sun slides down so fast
The sun has opened up a lead
I don’t know if I’ll last

Sun reaches the horizon
And takes the light away
I can’t even see the finish line
What’s the use, anyway?

I’m so tired I don’t need a bed
All night I dream the burn
I might race the sun again some day
For little do I learn.

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