Life is a long chase
After things, do you agree
Until there is no trace
Left of us to see.
So close, we almost feel them
But they still elude our grip
Living in an ethereal realm
Where our reach couldn't ship.
We struggled to catch them
But they laughed, floating away
Like a rare and precious gem
They couldn't be coaxed to stay.
Our desire we couldn't mar
But the dream wouldn't die
So close, yet so far
The apple of our eye.
We reached out with our hand
But we caught only air
It was like holding sand
And watch it slip in despair.
But how long will they run
We'll catch them one day
For the race has only begun
After a bit of delay.
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