I see you’re busy, just reaching out, for that one more thing, now within your grasp, after all that time of building, and climbing up, on a rather tall scaffolding.

It’s something you must have, because it’s what you set out to find. Hold it in your hands, you must, because it has been the dream of many a slumber-less night. Only it doesn’t look quite the same, when you have put an end, to all that distance, and it is here now, yours to claim, lying still, upon the palm of your hand.

I’m curious to know what you were thinking, when you let your hard won prize, slip from your hand, as you gazed up now, at that unattainable star, beckoning you, with its impossible distance, to make the journey, that’ll be the end of you?