It starts with the end

Do you ever feel it starts with the end?

That somehow, before you get moving
You get a glimpse of the finish line
Receive an imprint infused within your cells
With a memory of what it feels like
The place you want to reach

You might not know where it’s at
Yet you have a sense of the direction
If you’re getting closer or farther
It’s when you get that final flash
That you realize you even want to move

So when you’ve got no clue
Of where to move next
Remember a part is already there
Calling and cheering you on