Maybe it’s the summer, the sun high in the sky

Maybe it’s my mortality

Or the fact that I’m in the prime of my life

I feel compelled to run

I feel compelled to get better

I have to discover

Even if I’m on some sort of bell-curve decline

I’m going to give it my all and see what I find

I stare at the crepe myrtles

The flat water under the bridge

The sunrise

The message of Ecclesiastes never goes away

What about the next generation – overtaking mine

What about the one before

I want to make my friends, my father, my husband, my boss proud

So I do a little more

But at night, in nature, at work I can’t help but think about the Creator

Am I making Him proud

In the end won’t I have to give an account

Am I at the peak of the bell curve

I don’t know

There’s 30 and 40 year olds in the obituaries

I’m not better than anyone

But He spares me

At least for today

But I know each moment brings me a little closer to the grave

Time is flying

Everyone’s moving a hundred miles an hour with it but we’re all dying

James Bond had no time to die

It’s coming for us all

You can’t deny

For all the ones I want to make proud

For all of us too quick to slow down

Think about where we’re heading

With all our possessions and accomplishments

As our heartbeats will soon enough remit

Before the sun starts setting

While you can still see with your eyes

Remember the Creator

Before it’s time to die