With the intangible around
we are groping for it long
making efforts to grasp it
but it eludes much try
lapsing from the catch
flies high up sometimes coming near
yet when we are about to reach it
it goes with the wind to the skies
far into the eternity never to be seized at all
never to be got at all
never to be enjoyed at all.
yet we go on striving for the unattainable
losing our days and hours
destroying ourselves in the vanity
showing our love and ambition for the unreachable.
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