Sun Will Die

Small poem about good memories and how it was to grow up in a family that never changed.

Sun will Die
   
        lets tip-toe down this winding road
just to see how far we go.
theres the three of us, inching along
never daring to break away
  to look beyond
  to strive for more
  we're happy - here we'll stay

and all those days
on the hot black arc
with laughs and ponytails,
i'll remember as i go farther,
when i've left it all behind.
  but just for now, leave me alone,
either way the sun will die.