I’m at odds with the setting sun,
Racing against its steep descent,
Running behind. I must reach home
Before the darkness invades the world.
Busy lives on the road have no heed
And they don’t have the need, quiet rightly so.
All around me, heading everywhere,
Chaos seems to have given its name to life.
The fading light, reddish with dust
Is thick with exhausts from the life,
I can’t breathe and my weary legs
Grow heavy with each step but I can’t stop.
I must reach home while the evening lurks
And before I’m lost for life in the dark.