I travel daily
To chase the Sun, it's radiance empowers me
For things that lose meaning.
I , insignificantly scurry along my labors
under the Sun's demanding gaze.
"Make haste," Said He,
" For I will not remain fixed; I must fly."
I labor, weary of his glare.
And yet, where work is through,
I journey west, in vain of his flight,
hoping for his purpose in warmth.
Instead, I am faced with the harsh reality:
The Moon is cold and distant, and will not suffer herself to give warmth or purpose.
And so, I repose.
Waiting for the race to begin anew,
To renew my spirit within the purposes of the Sun.
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:04 PM UTC
I travel daily
To chase the Sun, it's radiance empowers me
For things that lose meaning.
I , insignificantly scurry along my labors
under the Sun's demanding gaze.
"Make haste," Said He,
" For I will not remain fixed; I must fly."
I labor, weary of his glare.
And yet, where work is through,
I journey west, in vain of his flight,
hoping for his purpose in warmth.
Instead, I am faced with the harsh reality:
The Moon is cold and distant, and will not suffer herself to give warmth or purpose.
And so, I repose.
Waiting for the race to begin anew,
To renew my spirit within the purposes of the Sun.
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