Feel for it
Attempt to grasp it
But it scurries away from you, trying to hide
You cannot withstand the need to find
The one thing you have always been seizing,
Has left you distraught and wheezing . . .
But in the end you will only discover
That this thing cannot be touched,
It cannot be mangled or pulled at,
Only desired . . .
By many before you
And when the hope to find it just might fall,
The realization comes from within you
That what you are looking for has been
Right there in front of you