I work hard
i push myself
but still it is not enough
im to far behind
i can never catch up
my future is walking away
my hand reaches out
as if i can grasp it
but it slips away
and teeters
on the edge of my sight
a slight push from behind
is all i need
to be able to feel them
supporting me.
so i reach out and strive
to make them proud
im almost there
just a hair breadth away
my fingers brush the tip
as it slips away
yet even as it falls
one more nudge from behind
is all i need
and i smile..
as i look down and
see my future
bright and clear
resting in my palm
and my fist closes
enclosing my future
inside of me
never to slip away again...
