Within Reach, Yet Out of Touch

Within Reach, yet out of touch.
This thing I need so very much.

The thing that will give me relaxation and peace;
So this feeling of worry will finally decrease.

I can see it now, it's right up in front.
It's unclear and blurry, but also so blunt.

Fingertips reaching, stretching to feel;
What contentment is like, it's all so surreal.

I barely brush it, but I'm touching thin air;
This thing can't be touched, but still it is there.

Its prominent form is felt throughout;
Yet it still feels as if I'm without.

I see it sometimes, just within my grasp;
All too quickly it's gone, off traveling fast.

Within reach, yet out of touch,
Escaping the strongest of every clutch.