The Longing....

Step by step we begin.
Ready to show what we've got.
Only to realise we are expected to learn what we've not got.
When almost there, getting everything we didn't have,
We realise we had it all from the beginning.
Life becomes longing for times past.
But ever time past is a now past.
And if every now past could be wasted doing what we love,
Finally, we realise, it wasn't about becoming,
But about being.