I reach out trying to grasp anything // I need something to keep me steady // Something that will let me lean on it // Something that will comfort me in hard times // It needs to be there for me // I try to search what I’m looking for // It is nowhere in sight // I try to catch it with my hands // It goes straight through my tenuous fingers // I try to pursue it // It flees away once I get too close to it // I try to make it believe I have given up // But it is too smart and wise for tricks // Every so often I want to give up // But still my hands reach to grasp that wretched thing I want so desperately // Torment is what that thing does // I risk my life to grasp anything // Yet nothing seems to want to be grasped by my hands // Why is that? // I would appreciate it // I would love it // I would cherish it // But in the end, I don’t get anything