Reaching

Looking back on my former, younger self
I cringe–
and that my friends
is growing up
in a nutshell.

The need to succeed
and to reach
and reach
and reach
is so strong
that I can think of nothing
but
to keep reaching
the urge unceasing
contentment with the present
eludes me–
and so
I reach.

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