why is it, I never can seem
to get on the same page?
why in all of life's intricacy
I am just before, or just that much too late?
am I destined to live in this never land?
if so the fates seem cruel
always just so close and yet as I reach,
as I close my hand to grasp
the vision is gone
and again I am wondering
Either I will find a way, or I will make one.
Philip Sidney