The tighter you hold, the further it goes.
You’re deep in love, deep in ****.
But what’s holding your heart?
Your mind, your soul, your spirit.
No not a boy, not even a man.
No not a story, not even a chapter.
No not a letter, not even a word.
No it’s nothing, not a single thing?
At least not a thing to grasp,
By this vast, passing world,
Of vain ambitions and strife.
It was a moment, that made things seem right.
Can’t be caught through a lens
Or penned by ink
Or spoken through a voice, as you would think.
It’s a moment and you let it pass by.