Poem: unfulfilled goals

The goals,
from a decade ago,
the goals,
from a year ago,
are still the goals,
of today.

In the distance,
is something that shimmers,
an oasis,
but a mirage.

No one said,
that the world would spin the other way,
and that all the steps,
would lead nowhere.

There are days,
when it seems that everything should change,
so that something could change.

There are days,
when out in the ocean,
the wind is still,
and all around,
is water.