Pushing…

Pushing, pushing, harder...
All thoughts and deeds a'tangle in this search
As the hours wind down
Hard upon the head against
All we were hunting,
The exhaustion of the goal line,
And here, caught in our fragility
We collapse
Beneath the weight of: arrows, of definitions, of desires,
Always marching through,
Always having to rise up again
To the music, as we borrow and barter
For the next breath, and on
Weary legs tangled
In the web that stretches between: tomorrow, today,
We learn
To rise up again,
And push on,
A few heartbeats,
A few breaths,
A few steps,
More.