Why is it
That the dreams we chase
And the things we want in life
Are always way out there
In the distance, beyond our reach
Or too high up for us to grasp?
But when the things we want,
And the dreams we run after
Are right in front of us
We reach out to touch them,
To grab hold of them
But they just fade away into the night
Like a patch of dense fog
Diminishing as quickly as we blink,
Like a leaf fallen
Into the water beneath the bridge
Gone before we see it
As the current takes it away
Gone, before we can even touch it.

Written by: Jamie Sirek aka Mydnyte, July 2004