Like the stars you tempt me
Silver breath like moonlight
On my child wonder eyes
And yet, the race is never won
Or lost

A constant slow jog
You give cardio a run for its money
Build up my endurance
And maybe one day
I'll have the courage to sprint

You tell me that authenticity is my virtue
But still my true self is never what you need
So you tell me instead that my voice is beauty
And now I can't let even a word escape

The Bittersweet reality is that
You dont know what you want
But then again
Neither do I

So we continue this aimless jog
Together
The horizon a reflection in your eyes
And mine

An unattainable goal
But it still seems worth it
My legs burn and my lungs ache
I have stockholm syndrome
The race is my captor

I have come to learn
With each passing second
That the stars themselves
Are not so tempting
At all

It is the miles
Between the earth and infinity
That creates
The fatal attraction

It's the poor man’s love
But it satisfies my runners high

So let's toast to never winning the race
And always chasing the horizon