Out of My Reach

The desire is there, but the concept is fleeting

The poem is forming in a mind cloud...

But its quickly dispersed

Distractions fluster the mind and its cursed

To repeat the loop of the beginning

And further seems thinning

The idea in the mind

Forever gone, disturbed

And then it comes back!

Fighting and clawing while it’s abstract

Gets Packed and its maxed

With substance to impact

I feel it right there so majestic and intact

I reach for it and screech

I’m closing in with a leash

I can taste it! My mind fabrications I can finally unleash!

And then it puffs again and flees

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The idea was just there, taunting me

Outside of my reach flaunting

Its magnificence in my face

But I couldn’t close it out with grace

So now I’ll just sit back and face

The disappointment in my mind space

Of having an idea right there in my grasp

And not being able to act on it or clasp

The concept it was offering me

And the comfort that was stolen from me.

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Now the idea will be buzzing around

Abstract, to never be found

Never forming into a complete thought

Until it’s noticed again. A plan that’s fraught

With problems and struggles

Because reality is riddled in distractions and fuddles