Horizons streaked with grey and gold.
Magnificence interweaves substandard achievements.
Reaching for a bar that just keeps rising,
Until it can no longer be seen.
Going, Going.
Gone.
Never quite good enough.
Falling short of the mark each time.
Reaching higher, further, deeper.
Still out of reach.
Dance for the puppet master.
Please them all.
Make them smile and you will live and breathe another day.
