Our optimistic mind tells us to reach for what is considered distant,

Yet our desires seem to step away every so persistent,

Desperately stretching for what we cannot reach,

As our mind drives itself mad from desire’s leech,

The canyon below promises only one chance to find contentment,

And the distance is more than our arms can bear; with shattering resentment,

We dream of the day when we will finally have the reach,

Yet here we lie; as another sleepless night we gladly beseech,

We were allegedly meant for chasing these elusive dreams,

But if the chase is better than the catch; what of those with silent screams,

That fall to the abyss below after their chance passes out of reach,

And dreams repeat again; giving ephemeral hope to breach,

This tired soul has lost its ability to move forward today,

Broken by shattered dreams from the hillside away,

Yet I will continue to dream even as my mind loses its speech,

That maybe; just maybe; my next dream won’t be out of my reach…

- Halifax Haflinger