Farsighted

Prose poem for a moment: someday I'll get there.

Grace and glory are theirs to relish, frisky dizziness and rhythmic turmoil they exalt

While I'm unfortunately isolated, creating my world with nothing but dim hope

As days and days it's a step closer to either a chance or assumed moment

Of my lifelong plea to gratify my sentiments and feed my soul that's longing 

For the turning point when I can own the peak of happiness, high and relentless

And I'll hug myself, kiss the universe to offer a gratitude so sweet and gigantic

From the roots of my core, crawling up to the smile flickering in my face

But the sound is too muffled, fading in the scene like pretty bubbles that popped

Because there's a lingering space in between, a barricade I cannot destruct

For my fate only knows plight, I can never take a flight, I'm an expectant fool

Counting stones on the ground of the possibilities to pick me up

And carry me off to that hidden silver lining, somewhere behind the grey clouds

Yet here is my depressed sky which hardly paints even a little peek of light

It's just a plain perspective onward, unidentified and tapering 'til it's gone

Losing in the view to drift into where it belongs, a mass not for my presence

I'll be left all the time, weighing my dreams on the hands of the clock and wonder

If I can ever take this road when it's often hazy, my eyes don't get so sunny 

Author's Note

Did you ever desire something you know you can never have?