Racing Against the Sunset
We were racing against the sunset,
bare feet smacking dry ground.
It was like flying
Burnt rays of light
lunged out at us like wild dogs on a hunt
and we pushed farther
and we breathed
and were free.
We raced against the sunset,
searching for the souls of childhoods gone
and looking for a new way of life,
one that might be better,
before the sunset pulls us into the darkness.
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