When I think back
It was the striving that made us happy
A target to aim for,
A growing-up to live through;
Striving wasn\'t an effort
It was just the thing we wanted to do
To get somewhere;
Enjoyment and pleasure cannot compete with it
The wanting to land somewhere
On a high plain,
On life\'s ledges;
Where we could stop and take a breath
And decide that we\'d almost made it
Even though we hadn\'t;
And now, all this is past
Like a river flowed by
Like a long drawn-out goodbye
And we are left with an empty space
No longer in the race,
Nothing left but surviving
Gone, the glorious striving.