DAILY RACES

Should I feel like every child does; or is it just a myth - a buzz? Must be honest, this life seems more like a daily race; can't remember the last time I had an embrace. All I see are worn out faces; familiar place -- places that bring nothing but pain and hurt; places that leave me lying in the dead on the dirt. Going nowhere I find my life fighting the daily races; I'm left tired and without traces.

Since the day I was born I've been waiting for a day to feel good; the pain that was to be is what I've never understood.

Yet I run in these daily races.

I imagine there are other cases...

Others must be out there crying; there must be others out there dying. Just like me they wake to a sun that darkens; a sky that is void of heavens. How sad it is to run in these daily races; we are left with no room -- no spaces!

Bright and early I must prepare for the track; my soul must be found without want or lack. Those found in need die an easy death; suffering you see them spew their last breath. Me, I am found fighting this evil fight; from me far is salvation and the light.

Help me oh God, for I hate the daily races!

Help me oh God, for the future is nothing but erases!

For many years I've drowned my sorrows; Indians stand at the gap shooting arrows! Help oh God, for to whom will I call? They dine upon my flesh as if I was Saul.

Daily races...

No embraces.