Bite your palm

I'm up late, reading aand writing, study study study. I'm so close to the end I can almost taste it, I just wanna take a big bite of the freedom and satisfaction of a job...done. But the closer I get the more I feel like a little boy trying to bite his palm. You pull the fingers back with your free hand, try and expose the flesh in the center of your hand, gnashing of teeeth, all biting in thin thin air. The teeth never do sink in. Even when something is as close as your palm, you still might not be able to get at it. We can't have everything we see.

I'm going to stop now, stop writing this. I'm going to try again. I can almost taste it. So close...