It floats in front of me,
Always just out of reach,
A pot of gold at the end of a rainbow.
A dream future,
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.