One step out of the way
One inch out of reach
One beat out of life
One breath out of luck
The closer it comes the further it becomes
Always out of reach, out of grasp
Just insight, right up ahead
As it travels up, up and away
Within an ear shot, just a whisper
Hard to hear not knowing what is said
The struggle becomes much more
As it moves on
Closer but further it gets
The never-ending struggle
The strive
The hunt
The obsession of...
This Perfect perfection

Sept. 21, 2004
“We will die for it without knowing if we have it or not.”