Freedom

Catch the moon Race the sun It’s all that should be done With life so short In a future unwritten With nothing defined All is a question Memories may fade Reality may fall Like the autumn leaves Or the white winter snow Slow, constant Small, building But there will always be room to dream The blackest days may mull over the lightest Frustration’s rays a black and blotched scar over a gray haze But time is constant Friends are many And the moon and sun still rise for you