Chasing the Sky

I have so much In my head, A lot of time To progress And they have so much To negate I am a truck There are always trailers I'm trying to pull, They are pulling too But as decided by nature A trailer loses the tag of war When I am speaking, Trying to give my point of view They interject I'm trying to rest They wake me up Just like the wind They feel me But can't hold me They have me in their sight But will never get to where I am Cast upon them, Shall be a curse That they will race forever And never approach the finishing line Chasing the Sky Striving to Fly