I’m chasing the clouds Trying to hunt them To shoot through these moving illusions Sometimes only chasing air Being left with nothing The soft illusion having slid away They float above me Gliding gently or speeding by Dispersing when I try to shoot Disappearing like any illusion When you try to touch it I am chasing illusions Running below them Watching them sail away Escaping my control Galloping above my eyes Beyond my shooting Beyond my touch Beyond my reach Leaving me behind
