we spend our time
waiting and searching for
something,

daydreaming about the day
we discover it

and staying blind to
what is right in front of us

and once it's in arms reach
once it seems so close

your arms don't seem long enough
your running isn't fast enough

to grab hold of your treasure
and your eyes fill with tears
and your hole deepens
and your peace breaks

its like the little child
trying to reach for a cloud to keep
in his pocket
on a foggy day

the fog covers
the sun
that's greater
than all the clouds
but the child can't see
the miraculous sun
that the clouds can't live without.