Just out of reach
It drives us
Like a greyhound
Chasing a stuffed hare
We run life’s race
But never catch it
by Cody McCullough
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Just out of reach
It drives us
Like a greyhound
Chasing a stuffed hare
We run life’s race
But never catch it
by Cody McCullough
Cody McCullough Writes: 
I’ve caught it a bunch of times. It’s no big deal.
True. But each time you caught it, weren’t you in the present?
What happens when that ‘now’ feeling dissipate – we’re seeking that future again. Simple. Nicely done.
Thank you for the comment. I like to ponder time, which made this a fun poem to write. It is the third poem of three that I wrote at the same time. “The Past” and “The Present” are the other two poems.