i thought, perhaps if i gave it a little more time,
it would reach its full potential.
tired of trudging, pulling it along,
at last i stopped.
as the dust settled from around us.
perhaps my sight has been set too far,
and my hopes, too high,
a marathon, not a sprint, i kept telling myself.
but i keep losing my grip on the lead rope.
maybe i should walk instead, on my own.