Race

I'm racing the sun to the horizon,

But the race was over before it begun.

I sit in my car,

Wondering how I got this far,

The clock says its been seven minutes,

I only have as much time as the sun permits.

Red light after red light,

It's nearing the end of my fight.

I pull in a second too late,

As they close the great gate.

My eyes burn,

With a poorly placed U-turn,

Who ever thought of this system?

I hate them.

Who the fuck closes a cemetery? At four thirty??

Sweets555