Dilemma

How can I open a box with no seams?

I roll it in my fingers, feeling the smoothness of its surface,

Wanting what's inside;

Not knowing how to get it out.

My goal is ahead, but I see no path,

And though I try to step farther,

I am only trampling down the grass

That I trampled yesterday.

This is the circle that I am caught in:

To know the possibility, but have no ability,

No opportunity to become,

The one I know I should be.