Poem: Chasing the Sunset

I try to catch
the sunset in my hand
race towards the horizon
it keeps sinking back

Red and golden light
slips through my fingers
growing dark
and fading, fading.

The last bit of warmth
goes away and leaves
bands of purple and black
the stars now my companions

I have missed the day
time I cannot get back
which means I must
try harder the next sunrise.

I plan and scheme
every angle and strategem
to make up the time
maybe even get ahead.

So when the sky lightens
I feel ready to tackle
whatever challenge
would come my way.

But what happens
when you fall behind
and end up chasing the sunset
once more?