forever is not long enough

if i lived until the dinosaurs returned i would not attain my perfect the dishes would still be piled in the sink and the fullness of my best self would not have been realized

if i lived until the stars themselves have all died and left the sky a black void i would not evolve into the nose-to-the-grindstone true-blue american pulling myself up by my bootstraps oozing rugged independence from the sweat of my brow kind of person

there is no road less traveled there are no new inroads normal is a narrow row of conifers needling you into line off the beaten path is pricklier still obstacles scratching at your face can't is not an option where the hounds are concerned

the best you can hope for is enough blood to carry you through