'For miles to come.'

For all this time you've been running,
You've barely moved an inch.
Now you're asking them to make mountains move,
When you can't even move your own molehills
To fill in the potholes you keep stumbling over.

Dear you.

Well done.
Managing once again to make a mess of things.
It's really quite impressive.
But you should try to not do that.
At least, some of the time.