Your first emotion is wonder—
What is this? you ask.
Single-mindedly fixated on the prize,
You know of nothing else.
The world passes you by,
Like a stream curving around a rock,
Steadily marching forward
Without even the slightest falter.
But as you fall father behind the crowd,
Longing creeps into your heart—
I want to go to it.
First it is a shy, trembling want
but then it grows stronger and stronger
Until it is fierce, powerful, fervent,
Drawing strength from your emotions,
The threads of your desires,
And your being
Intertwine into a steady rope,
Coiled tightly, poised, crackling with energy.
With pinpoint accuracy, you target the prize,
And the rope flies straight and true.
Lashing tightly on the prize
It is an anchor, waiting for your arrival.
But desperation overcomes you—
You are already losing your grip.
Obstacles are in your way
And they are holding back your prize.
It is sli