Good things take time.

He watched every single sunrise,

As though it was his very first

Like through the gray light of the dawn

Golden fireworks burst.

That one could turn his dull world gold

So he set all of his gazes

On where the earth greeted the sky

He left things he'd loved

And bid his past a quick goodbye.

So sure was he that the horizon

Would have all he'd ever need,

Just as soon as he had reached it

From his burdens, he'd be freed.

In the depths of the night,

he found the place he'd seen the sun rises

And there he waited for its light

To come engulfed his darkest skies.

As the dawn of light came,

A golden tint colored his world

And the hand truth slowly unfurled

He can't bet on race horizon alone

In the finds beyond each finish line

There is another one.

Soft cold wind cups around his hands

Pushed him ahead with a fondness

Whispering to him,

Good things take time.