Parted

I'm stuck on the idea of you
You can laugh but it's true
The higher I aim, the shorter I fall
The faster I run, the slower I crawl

It used to be enough to know
To listlessly walk to and fro
To sing the imagined sorrows
To want the imagined morrows

The worst is past
But a shadow it has cast
As strangers we part
From the end to the start