No one can look further
than the thin line at the horizon
We're simply not allowed to

Despite all your efforts
to approach a tiny time gain
The distance between the future
and yourself will remain

Hence,
the search for a leading lode star
That guide from whom you expect
a glimps of what's lying ahead of you
below the sun,
somewhere away, somewhere far

And while your focus shifts
the impression in your head
of making progress towards the horizon lifts

Than, one morning
you'll see the distance of both converts
and you'll find yourself
at the same right spot,
not a step closer,
looking at the sun's rebirth