On The Run

we were on the run
always on the run
aiming for the dream
gliding on a moonbeam

we were struggling
so rarely settling
yet always managing
escapes amazing

and as the clock would tick
the devil tried his trick
and weary of the wire
we warmed up to the fire

we were born seekers
spirit explorers
our skills were untried
our powers unverified

we gave it all we got
to uncover the plot
was contentment for us
what could we do but trust

and as the clock would tick
the devil tried his trick
and weary of the wire
we warmed up to the fire

now further down the road
somewhere past the abode
still carrying the load
under threat of the goad

there are so many signs
and slaps when we cross the lines
this has to be the way
that leads out of yesterday

and as a clock that ticks
the devil tries his tricks
and weary of the wire
we warm up to the fire

but the poets must write
the words that shape the worlds
create something to give
a better way to live

all the people we meet
on the run
will i see you again
when we're done

all the moments that fleet
on the run
we will deserve our time
in the sun

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