Making a dream

Walking towards the future from the past,
never giving a care if ever coming last,
along the way avoiding each mess,
but also not making any progress,
stuck in the mud which slips the feet,
pushing harder because will not accept defeat,
hoping to gain momentum but cannot hold,
capable of success as many have told,
but this looks as though it will win,
and set you back to where you begin,
thinking for a moment to gather more,
with muscles in the legs being sore,
the logical answer is always the best,
but how can it be ever addressed,
taking a step to the left or right,
because over there it is bright,
there is no mud here to hold from your goal,
so take a step as now you can casually stroll.