No matter how tall you are
Regardless the ladders you climb
Whatever the extents you go
It is at your fingertips
Just out of reach
Satisfaction
Is it the possession
Object
Thing
Or the desire
To need the possession
Object
Thing
Getting closer
Throws you further
It pushes til it hurts
You need to change
You need to stop
It never ends
YOU ARE READING
One Last Star
PoetryThe future only comes with the overcoming the past. I write these with a emotional, spiritual and personal meaning. I leave the interpretation and speculation to the reader.
