hiking

now i lay me down to waste
i pray, one day, to touch your face
we'll never have to stay in one place
cause we're all chasing, in the same race
finish line in sight, we loosen up
headed straight for that winners' cup
that overflows with independent renaissance
rewarded for our selfish reckless ambiance
bof giving our all, of leaving nothing out
we fight our fight, we face our bout
so when the gun fires and you take off
i'll never stutter, i'll never cough
give me inches and i'll tell you no lies
in this running catastrophe of masculine wiles
come marinate in my juices of creativity
so you can raid my room for object proclivity
of strutting, of acting, of passions galore
come run me down ragged until i beg for more
for ever all good things can come to an end
i'll be waiting for you just around the river bend