Another Step Appears

        All my life,
I have been climbing down steps.
Steps towards goals that I imagine
        are attainable.
Yet, in front of each step, a fog
appears, and I never know
whether it will be the last step
        or not.
I hear a woman's voice.  A voice
so angelic that it soothes my heart
        just to listen to it.
She tells me that she is at the bottom
of these steps.  Her voice grows closer,
and closer, and just when I think that
I have reached the final step,
        Another step appears.
My final and worthwhile future seems
currently out of grasp, and yet on these
steps, I can feel it coming to me.
It too, is at the bottom of these steps.
And I can feel it getting closer, coming
within my flailing grasp, and just when
I think I reach it,
        Another step appears.
My happiness, it too lies at the bottom
of this massive stairwell that I stumble
down all the time.  It doew not beckon
me, or taunt me, but I want it more than
anything else I have wanted in the world.
And I step into the fog, imagining that I
finally reach the bottom..................
        And another step appears.












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