Freefall

There is a gap sufficient to fall through
Between desire and desire done.
This should be no surprise to anyone,
Because so often what we want to do
Is quite impossible, or nearer to
That state than we would like to think. Begun,
Our dreams seem easy, but the setting sun
Of every uncompleted day's a clue
That they are not. Yet every time we fall,
We pick ourselves, still willing, from the floor,
And give another go, or try once more
Harkening still unto our dreams' faint call
From further on ahead. And this is why
I'll follow after you - or at least try.