Thirty & Running

I’m turning 30 soon
So I should probably stop wasting time,
But my life’s accomplishments don’t look so meek,
When condensed down to a few lines.
For the last of my worries back when I was a kid
Was a job, a car, and a place to live.

These things that are as thin as lies,
Like Bigfoot and White Jesus,
Is why my heart whispers to my head
That it should never believe us.

Though maybe, when I’m 30,
Things will start to click,
And every morning when I awake,
I won’t always feel so sick.
I am surprised I’ve made it this far,
Yet distance means nothing
When you’re within a pit of tar.

For no matter how long you try
And how hard you fight,
The Sun will always lose
As it succumbs to the night.

So I worry 30 is my twilight,
And there are only setting suns to come.
Is it possible to escape time?
How fast do I have to run?