So Close, Yet So Far Away

The tiresome struggle is evident; Repetitious turmoil prevalent.

Tears excessive much like the fountain of youth;

Awaiting and gaining, however missing the truth.

Relinquishing built up callouses that steadily borders the heart;

Thinking the race is almost finished, however someone pressed restart.

Nights mirroring midnight, no existence of the day;

Thinking we were almost there, however, we are so close yet so far away.

Madness presenting itself much like a bed of ants in a stir;

Much like Langston Hughes' question "what happens to a dream deferred?"

It is a relative issue in the midst of this life;

Being placed in the face of opportunity, however, being embraced with the strife.

Traveling in a circle, no directions to convey;

Thinking we were almost there, however, we are so close yet so far away.

Relentless, yet the effort fails, and there's fear to try once more;

Feeling like the gap is closed to even up the score.

Never-ending selection of a mind's negative permeation;

Often receiving less of nothing, excepting the degradation.

Trying to escape the past no matter what people say;

Thinking we were almost there, however, we are so close yet so far away.

Meeting at a fork in the road; left is Salvation, right is redundancy;

Standing at where they meet, we wonder "which way is the one for me?"

Pondering with limited time to make the decision;

Knowing if we fail this time, we'll fall short in the division.

Being placed in the opportunity to escape our spirit's decay;

Thinking we were almost there, however, we are so close yet so far away.

The pen just had to testify!