Longing for bridges that might prove difficult to cross,
whose termination I might not find as promising as I had thought,
I know this yet I still look to the horizon,
that I might decipher its approach
For there develops a restlessness in the known,
The challenges that come with one’s desires,
May be more hard-hitting than those chosen by fate,
More profound than any known at pace,
so wait
Curve Balls 