They say that life is a marathon
And not the fifty-dash
I wonder at the metaphor
Every time I crash.
They tell me to have vision
As if I could just snap
And give my self a dream or two
Strait from Santa’s lap.
They say that life’s worth living
And this at least it seems
Has the ring of truth to it–
If only in my dreams.
I wonder at the way I go
But thinking is wiped clean by fear
And then the road gets very long
And other people’s dreams quite dear.