There always seems to be something I want, just over there.
There always seems to be something I crave beyond my reach.
I strive, push, grasp, and stretch.
Yet, I come back empty.
I can neither touch nor hold it.
I will attain my goal next time.
I should try again, one more time!
I know I will make it.
One try is all I need.
Here we go again.
I promise this time; I will succeed.