Unreachable

I see a future that I yearn to grasp,

All that I want is so far away. 

I feel a stooge for carrying aspirations That haunt me day to day. 

Suspended in space, just out of reach,

My fingers all ache to pull in on a leash

That fate I desire, how hopeless it seems. 

My soul is afire as it dashes my dreams,

And all that I think of is how it reminds

Me of all of the things that folks try to find. 

Many similar fates causing grief, case

In point, the holy grail, the white whale,

All those entail the yearning I feel,

Just on a smaller scale. 

Melville, Monty, Quentin with his briefcase

Demonstrate the pain, the burning I feel. 

And every day the fate feels farther away

No matter how many steps toward it I take. 

The dreams I dream once brightened my day,

But now they just make me ache.