As the sun beats down from above There is little left around here to love For what can survive this intense heat? Walking across the barren land Feeing nothing but burning sand How much longer can I stay on my feet? The day keeps dragging on and on forever/ Testing the length that anyone can endeavor/ Can nothing make the runs rays obsolete? Heat so intense there is no cloud cover Like a controlling, overbearing lover Is this doomed to forever repeat? In need of relief No matter how brief What could be so sweet? But nothing is as powerful as the sun this afternoon/ Not even its antithesis in heavenly bodies—the moon/ Can the moon block the sun complete? It seems like a farse The chances are sparse For with the sun, can the moon compete? Yet the moon tries a few times each year An effort that is consistent and sincere But does a partial win count as defeat? Then there is that one day The moon holds the sun at bay Despite not having the size or power for such a feat. So as I walk my path in life that’s as barren as the scorched earth/ Without the natural skill or talent others have but I only desire/ Is it possible that I’m not eliminated by the circumstances of my birth/ Of obtaining all that I always wanted but feared I may not acquire?