I long for the unattainable, like silly daydreaming wannabes
Yet I am no fool for chasing the wind
I strive for perfection, well aware even the gods don’t have it
Yet I tirelessly trail it
For though I may not reach it, my race should pull me closer
And though none can make heaven, my works would please the father
I long for the unattainable, like one who chases the winds
And though I’d never catch it, I’d always break my peak.