We keep reaching up
Young fingertips touch it
For a moment
Never able to grasp it
Before it slips away

We keep reaching up
Flailing in futility
Tired fingertips yearn
Wishing to reach higher
Before it slips away

We keep reaching up
But look down
Feet planted firmly in the ground
Cold fingertips stagnate
Before it slips away

We want to reach up
As it slips away