Dear Success

dear success,

I feel you, but I cannot see you

I want you, but I cannot get you

I need you, but I you are to far to reach

I hear your call but I cannot recall

I feel the urge to reach you, the pull, the desire, the longing, the ache, the thirst for you, seems like I'm running out of words.

The pit in my stomach yearns for you, it seems like I'm impelled to find you,

I am still searching for you, but the journey is losing its glamour.

I feel you beckoning me, but i am losing hope that you are out there.

I'm starting to think you are nothing but a dream after all. A place I can never reach and the journey to you seems like a literal intangible Sisyphean task.

GIVE ME A SIGN!