The Race

We race everyday.
Just him and I.
But usually it seems like I don’t even try.
It’s actually strange, because I’m competitive
But it makes no difference when life gets ahead of it.

I usually stay for as long as is possible,
Cuddling sleep like there’s no tomorrow
Forgetting the race that I’m constantly running
Inevitably losing to the fate I’m consuming.

We race everyday.
Just him and I.
He hides in the dark behind a thick curtain.
Sometimes shining a few tiny wishes,
Which twinkle breath as his aim never misses.

He stays out of sight until you’re not ready.
He’ll come out of the dark when he sees that you’re lazy.
We race and we run but it’s all against time.
The ticks of the clock can’t hold back the chime.

He always beats me, it’s become widely known.
I sleep ‘til the daylight is almost half gone.
I catch up on wishes and hopes still unfound,
While he nestles himself in the fluff of a cloud.

Tonight — well this morning has proved to be different
As suddenly I’ve been catapulted into a different spirit
In just one night I seem to have grown
And my need for rest is less than I’ve known

His alarm has now failed to wake him
It’s almost six o’clock and I’ve already beat him
Staying up all night with many distractions
I smile at the sky and crave his reaction.

I’m sure he’ll be curious as to why I have changed
To see the full cause that’s made me so crazed
He’ll prod and he’ll pry until it all hits him
But then it’s too late — I’ll be too far ahead again