Keep going

Can you tell me what's bothering you?
Does your heart race after the look
of another one, skipping down an endless
dirt road like a polished stone thrown
along a glassy pond, up a hill, round
the bend, night falling, stars mocking
your joy, your fear with palpitations
wrecking the words caught
in your throat you wish to say to him?

Ahem, "But you cannot make the dead walk or right wrong.
I see you at the end of your tether sometimes...
Then coming to in the smell of dung again
And wondering, is this all? As it was
In the beginning, is now and shall be?
Then rubbing your eyes and seeing our old brush
Up on the byre door, and keeping going. "
(from "Keeping Going" by Seamus Heaney)