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?