i pass it by, with a look of longing
i want to grab it, and make it mine
it comes so close, within my grasp
i think i can feel it, at long last.
then it turns around, with a mocking look
'its you again!' it says, 'my favorite toy!.'
happiness speaks the dreaded words -
'i'm not for you. you can't have joy.'
as i keep staring, i hear it in my mind,
shaken again, by bouts of sorrow.
'i'm not for you. no,not for you...no better tomorrow.
give up you might, just as well.
this is your life...a repetitive hell.'
i walk away, leaving it behind...
feeling desolate, left to ruin.
much as i know, that i will try it again,
the pursuit seems hopeless, filling me with pain.
'you may be elusive, ' i tell it as i go.
'but i will have you, you are my right.'
'i never give up, without a good fight.'
the chase goes on, for what seems forever.
i saw it again. its hard to tell when.
memories fading...days are alike.
it is once again, a year of desolation...
this is my tomorrow, a repetitive hell.