Elusive?

Within the tales of experience
the annals of human existence
a common story is found
of that lover just beyond reach

For some it is always to be
always wanting what can't be had
might be a trend in travels
archetype for lover that has no interest
despite the plethora of pinning

Creates frustrations, maybe havoc
an invitation for movement
and yet that same turmoil
provides the impetus for creation

May we all keep in mind what Chrissy crooned
such a thin line between love and hate
or at that destination do find
nothing redeeming about the wait

It may be money, time, attitude adjustment
prestige, esteem of others
but same conclusion
there is always some cost

"I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps."



(Not that anyone doesn't already know, but lyrics are courtesy of George Harrison)