My Pot of Gold

It floats in front of me,

Mystical, magical,

Drifting along,

Always just out of reach,

A pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.

A dream future,

dream job,

dream life.

Sometimes I can step closer,

can reach out and touch it,

but it slips through my grasp,

before i can clutch it.

It’s all floating along, just out of reach.

But I know that one day I’ll reach out and touch it,

and it won’t slip through my grasp,

before I can clutch it.