Chasing rainbows

I leave home instinctually
Out the door like a bullet
Hitting the road hard
As if I’ll turn gravel into sand

I move quickly
Toward the horizon
Because I must find it's end
And sleep there
On cold earth

No fire for me
That's  Prometheus’s treasure
And I am no thief.

In the morning I may wake
And find myself called home
By hunger warmth and love

If not
I will keep running towards that spot
Where heaven touches
Because I might never get there otherwise