#TheUntitledSeries, Part 3

We set all these goals
Embodiments of our desires
Set forth in the future
Something menial to everyone but yourself

We attach a certain amount of emotion
To this goal, stack them in a bucket
A bucket list of happiness
Stacked in posterity,
With a little mystery strung to it

We are still advised to be present
To relish in the now
For tomorrow will always be in haste
Like the wind, we could chase
Continue this cyclical race
With a bitter aftertaste

My take, the chase is inherent
Something we can't erase
For therein our hope rests

In this timeless chase
Of what could be
What can be
What already is
Our wildest dreams.