For my ride to my final home,

And wonder why.

Why is it that I can never win?

I'm not talking about sports, video games, or contests,

I'm talking about life.

Every aspect of it is a daunting, formidable, and seemingly insurmountable task,

Simply put in front of me to block my progress,

Keep me from my dream.

I can hear it,

It's just around the corner,

Waiting, just waiting for me.

But as I turn the corner leaving one task done,

I confront not the dream,

But another towering predicament,

Another heightless, shapeless, meaningless giant.

And once defeated I see it, my dream.

It stands there,

Awaiting me with outstretched arms,

Calling to me,

Willing me to embrace it so tenderly.

I run to it,

I run as though I were running to the tunnel at the end of the light.

And as I reach arms length,

I am stopped cold by an invisible wall,

And swallowed by the never ending pit opened up beneath me.

And I am never to reach my dream,

Only hear its ceaseless calls echoing.

Echoing every so gently in my ears,

Mocking me, defeating me, destroying me.