Twenty Blocks (I)

So close is too far.

Can see, but numb to touch.

Want it, need it;

yearn for it, love the thought,

but unattainable stands.

Life's teasing, seems.

One more inch, one penny;

a single percent, one more block.

No compromise,

as the wall stands.

A way around, there isn't,

as a single sheet of glass

blocks the path.

Wish the distance were more,

twenty blocks, too far.