Chasing the sun, away from the rain
Will you stay, or will you go?
When your fear turns to determination
to beat the hourglass from running out,
to send out missives,
so as to stay the night.
But how many nights do we have left?
— I dare not count the days
I’d rather keep chasing the sun,
burning legs be damned
fainting hearts be damned,
chasing the sun pursued by rain clouds;
and I really hate the rain.
But this time, I don’t know if I’d merely become
or something more
That’s why I keep pedalling
away from the rain
into the sun.