• Touching, almost but not quite.
    I reach and reach,
    But cannot get closer.
    Why? Oh, why? I ask.
    I know that I will not find the answer to that,
    Even in millennia.

    But I cannot complain,
    For I am but a simple painting.
    So I cannot complain about life.
    I will try and try and try,
    But will not ever reach my goal.
    But still,
    I wish I could touch.