I'm just digging up a whole lot of poems I've written before for I look like I actually do work. : hehe

Chasing Wind

Reaching for something that I’ll never obtain
This passion and devotion is nearly insane
To know that it’s there, yet just out of my reach
This feeling is so bittersweet like a peach

Like wind, it is there, but unable to be caught
I am not unhinged, just a little distraught
For how can one live without a little obsession?
And why should it be kept under constant repression?

There is no logical way that I can capture my wind
For I have no net that I can cast it within
But that just might be the utmost joy of it all
The pursuit is the story, not the peak nor the fall

My wind is a flame that I’ll never embrace
Its shadows will forever frolic in my face
If I stretch out my hand to reach for that breeze
With a swoosh it’ll be gone, and time would freeze

If my wind could be caught, then it wouldn’t be chased
For that remarkable feeling cannot be replaced
Self-indulgence and strictly knowing my bound
I am searching for something that cannot be found

My wind is not a dream, for I am awake
This thought is as crazy as burning a lake
It is something of my conscious mind
Something quite sober, yet no logic behind

Do not try to dissuade me from my mani’c pursuit
I am drowned in this game, right down to the root
If I do not continue to carry on my run
My wind may be gone before tonight’s sun

Reaching for something I’ll never obtain
So maybe I’m not actually perfectly sane
But I’ll climb over whatever that comes in my route
And I’ll continue on my rewardless pursuit

Wind cannot be caught

But I’ll always be there to chase it