Footsteps forward on the cold concrete,

westward facing towards the golden mass.

The gleaming sky of orange, green, and blue

lit up the last of the day.

I chased the sun with all my might

it's going away I know that well,

from the east, dark clouds move upon,

and I am losing the race

As the last of the light fades,

I reach the endless ocean of

dark waves and the chilling wind.

The sun has gone, the world is dark,

I head back on the lonely gloomy path.

I will do it again the next day,

always chasing the sun,

always running out of time.