They're chasing. Hunting, craving, yearning for in a way so barbaric, so passionate. Arms outstretched, tumbling faster and faster for the future ahead. Feet fly faster than they ever thought possible.
Scream for it, dive for it. It's right there, all their hopes and dreams just an arm's reach away. Run faster; you'll never reach it. That thing they crave, it floats ever out of grasps, mocking even as fog comes to conceal its joy.
A small glimpse is all you'll ever catch of that ghost, the phantom, the wraith all strive for, cry for. Is it even possible to obtain?
Spend a day, a year, a lifetime; it doesn't matter an ounce to that thing hiding in the shadows. Do they dare risk the shadows for the light? That haunting ghost happiness mocks.
(This one was also based on a song, but unfortunately I don't know the name of it)
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