The sun and I, have a race,
Even before she shine,
I tend to awake.
The moon and I, sit by the lake,
Until the dead of night,
I tend to regret.
The ocean and I, we collaborate,
Before she needs a supply,
My tears I shake.
The volcano and I, continue to retake,
All unpleasing lines,
They threw at my face.
The happiness and I, we try to escape,
That distracting time,
I made mistakes.
The sorrow and I, can never separate,
These hills I've climbed,
Also the ones I'll take.
The wind and I, can never fly away,
From the time that's mine,
Or the time I waste.
This mind of mine, understand's the fake,
It's far away from my sight,
But it's smell, is stale.
This heart of mine, forever will crave,
For peace of mind,
And a tear drop's break.
-Debra R. N. Ludwick-
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