If only I could hold it

That intangible something

Always just beyond reach

Like voices in another room

With the door slightly ajar

They speak, but I can’t hear what they say

One day I might push open that door

And rush in to kneel before the speakers

I will humbly say

‘teach me what you know

I seek the truth’

Only to find there is no truth

Their murmured temptations nothing but nonsense

Tantalus finally bites the fruit

And finds it tasteless

 

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