Someday I’ll get somewhere.
Then I’ll wonder where I am.
The feeling is recurring. Always.
What’s next. Where am I going?
A destination that moves.
As you near it moves further.
Someday is death to now.
The clarity disappears presently.
All that is good isn’t enough.
Even when you hit someday.
Somewhere will always loom.
The finances. The fitness.
The family. The fun.
The work. The friends.
Someday somewhere will
Likely still feel like here.

MF