reaching, straining, striving,
we push past the points of our endurance
never content with what we can do
always trying for something more
we go beyond the edges of our
beings
new heights await us
if only we can make it that far
before we collapse and lie
exhausted
dying on the ground,
waiting to be helped up,
being trampled underfoot
by the unseeing uncaring
crowd that still runs on
only to fall themselves and
send out a call for aide that
never will come, a plea
unheard unanswered by
the mob that still runs
on