This thing I thought I could grasp,
Desperately I try to hold on to it,
This thing I never truly had,
I knew this illusion couldn’t last,
This one thing we all try to grab,
Yet we all know this thing isn’t there,
It disappears as soon as we reach for it,
It’s as thin as the rocky mountain air,
For a moment we lie to ourselves,
placing it safely and securely on a shelf, "I can keep this here and never let it go."
Even though it is a forced perception,
An illusion ,the world's largest deception,
Once we leave the room,
As soon as we lock and bolt the door,
we will not be able to see it anymore.
We never realize the freedom there is in letting go,
understanding that no matter what we do, the answer may still be no. We may be a lot happier admitting this thing is completely fictitious.
We can break this circular pattern this cycle so vicious.
Join me in this endeavor if you wish it.
I've spent too much time trying to hold this in my hands,
Making myself the victim of my own laid out plans.