Reaching out as far as I could go
To a place only my mind can reach…
I stopped, yes, I rested for a bit
But on and on I will go…
Never giving up.
Always starting once again.
There might be a lot of frustrations
From halted plans and miscalculations.
But it is all better than regret
And giving up with a fret.
The world may laugh at my pace.
And scorn when I try to find my place.
But this battle I will always pursue.
I may rest but still I will continue.
Until the thing of my imagination
Is something near its realization.