Welcome to Gaia! ::

Race of Life



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.