Quagmires

Follow the sun, you will feel the heat.
Tread the ice, biting cold in your feet.
Splash of a sundown, darkness abound.
The breeze will breeze through in a wink.
Where will you go? In sand you will sink.

Stay – you’ll loose; run – e’thing you’ll leave.
What is it that you want? The time is timeless.
Do you want to know? It is what it always is;
Sun will go down; ice’ll melt, only to freeze.
Where will you go? Do you think you know?