Chasing the Wind

It doesn't seem to matter
How short the distance,
How little time.

It doesn't seem to matter
Walking, running,
Flying.

There are some dreams that,
though they seem to be in reach,
Are not.

There are some freedoms
You can only glimpse
From beyond your spirit's cell.

And though freedom comes,
Or you break free,
The dream stays out of reach.

So you keep walking,
Running, flying..
Keep on chasing the mirage

until the dream itself
dies of longing
for the unattainable.