Race

As you know and i do
this year is about to end in June
the dry summer will be drier still
when i will leave against my will...
of this winter chill i love the air
i let the wind kiss back my hair
its icy cold, but i do not care
once this is gone 
the truth will be too much to bear


As i know and you do too
my throat grows parched
at the thought of you...
the seconds tick their time away
a deadline set in the month of may
its one race i will never win,
its one silent plea amidst the din,
its one heartbreak,
its one lost match,
its one budding story
that will never hatch.