Vain

Her fingers splay across the keys, lightly tracing a pattern committed to memory, soft music spilling out from the piano.

The music reverberates around the ballroom, surrounds her, engulfs her, until she’s lost in it, her sole purpose for coming here, tonight.

Traces of memories and questions run through her mind, but the sweet cadence is like alcohol, drowning her in oblivion, making her cherish the taste of pure, blissful nothingness. 

Stretching out to meet you halfway,
I clench my fists against the unmoving glass,
the barriers are as stone cold as ever,
and my dreams further away.

The more I try to catch up to you,
the more I fall short,
my daydreams have reached success,
but my person can only crawl in vain.

You press down upon my shoulders,
your stony smirk pushing my limits,
but I collapse sometimes,
because I guess I can’t stretch any further. 

But I guess you won’t wait for me,
and I can’t let you slip through,
so I crawl slowly, at my own pace,
And one day, I might reach you.

So don’t stop, but await my success,
because the farther you go,
the farther I climb,
and the farther I journey along the way.