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| Slipping Through Your Grasp |
Riding in your car
Stick your hand into the wind
Grasp the wind
Feel the wind
Cup the air in your hand and feel the molecules
Pounding into your palm
So tangible and real
You've almost got it
You can practically see it.
Right in your hand.
Try your very hardest to grab hold of the air.
It's right there, dammit.
But regardless your effort
It slips elusively through your grasp
No matter how badly you want it.
You know the taste, but you'll never have a swallow.
You feel just enough to know you'll never really have it.
And so too your happiness
Your luck
Opportunities
Years
And your life.
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