• These days,
    they remind me of a tortoise,
    slow,
    dismal,
    boring,
    isolated.
    These days drift,
    taking their time.
    Fill the sky with their gloom,
    fill the people with hatred.
    Though other days,
    they seem like the hare,
    racing,
    jumping,
    laughing,
    lively,
    moving along,
    almost done,
    They complete againt each other,
    the tortoise & the hare.
    They keep on going,
    wanting to finish first,
    but when does this race end?