Catch the moon
Race the sun
It’s all that should be done
With life so short
In a future unwritten
With nothing defined
All is a question
Memories may fade
Reality may fall
Like the autumn leaves
Or the white winter snow
Slow, constant
Small, building
But there will always be room to dream
The blackest days may mull over the lightest
Frustration’s rays a black and blotched scar over a gray haze
But time is constant
Friends are many
And the moon and sun still rise for you