Aching Legs

Simplicity of the gracious mind

Astounded faith in wasted time

Follow the tracks of the train

Dodge between the drops of rain

Race for the goal atop the hill

Treasured words, forgotten bills

Again you hear the rap of nails

Pounding on the back of whales

Blow the horn of bone and brass

Skin the horse and run to class

Train your mind for the worst

Blessed memories, lost perversed

Riddle me this, riddle me that

There was a cat that never sat

And aching legs he had...

Continue the run, petition the race

That cat will aid you in your chase

But aching legs he has...