• You like fire; racing flame

    All the glory; all the fame,

    Everybody knows your name

    Because you like fire; racing flame.



    Watch the clouds canter by

    Looking down, from up on high,

    In their homes; in the sky

    They see you stare—and sigh.



    Careful you don’t fall in silky snare

    Or glance into that evil glare,

    Careful; you should be aware

    Those nasty spiders—everywhere.



    Woe is you; lo and behold

    Your greatest fear of growing old,

    But a sealed fate, you have been told

    You can never escape—growing old.



    Too perceptive; always been that way

    You cannot easily ignore the sway,

    To notice things each and every day

    Too perceptive; always been that way.



    You see humanity; it’s all too clear

    You are afraid; indeed you have fear,

    Our collision with reality is all too near

    When no one lends common sense an ear.



    Your fears, nature shall tend

    Your whims, bliss will send,

    To you my strength I lend

    Resolve yourself, ‘till the end.



    Don’t be afraid any longer

    Each day your fight is stronger—



    All inner doubts begone

    For it is time; the race is on.