moving forward

I'm discontented with my current situation. I'm pushing for something that seems like it will never arrive. The long hard road becomes longer and the light seems to dim in the distance. I reflect on what I've left behind and I wonder whether the light will ever return. Time is passing quickly and each day seems like a notch in something I cannot see nor reflect upon. My cryptic verse never seems to do it justice. Neither do my unoriginal sayings as they spew from an uninspired brain. It disgusts me. I know I am a different person from who I was just a short time ago. My focus is transformed as are my intentions. I am overwhelmed by those fleeting moments of kindness that used to fill my entire soul. Perhaps this is me growing up. As Christopher Robin ceases to be the child. His childhood friends of make believe disappearing into the abyss of the human condition. Still feeling the same and overwhelmed by a naivete bombarded and then crushed under the pressures of the world. What a sad thought. Seems to make sense at the present time.