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
Copyright © Moses Gava | Year Posted 2018
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