Losing game

You're still here.
Still stick.
But still here.

Every time... it's the same thing.
If I can make it in time, you'll be alright.

I never make it.

Something gets in my way.
Obstacles appear. Mountains grow.
Burdens so heavy they weigh me down.

I fail.

I can't make it.

And when I do get to where I need to be...
You are no longer there.
I look and look - every direction on every compass, I look.

No where.
Nothing.

And then I wake.

Afraid to go back to sleep for fear that I will dream the same dream again.
And again.

And again...