Chasing the sun

I’ve chased the sun from one end of the world to the next.

I’ve skipped time over the varying parts of the world.

Does it make me well versed?

Does it mean I am younger?

I’ve chased the sun on the horizon for so long.

I’ve chased the insatiable need for a new day everyday.

I’ve forgotten the millions of stars which light the night.

I’ve forgotten the possibility of uncertainty in darkness.

I’ve chased the sun for so many years, I’ve forgotten the serenity of twilight.