Chasing the Sun

Whilst the world took no notice, we paddled our feet Down by shores edge, where the brine’s bittersweet Bubbles lap around, and sand displaces underneath Latency fills the air, seagulls squawk, fight, and eat Still the world takes no notice, not even a tiny peep Perhaps it’s gone away, yeah, probably fell asleep Our past for the moment, melts deeper into the deep Strolling along together, where time seems to creep Indeed the world takes no notice, not even a yawn We’re two grains of dust, on the infinite cosmic lawn Lost in a strange moment, way past our life’s dawn Moving through the void, all too soon to be withdrawn As the world takes no notice, we take our chance to run For if we move fast enough, might catch up with the sun, Prevent it from setting, then tomorrow will never come Least if we die trying, this last day will be endless fun By David Kavanagh