The carrot dangles before me,
Tied on the line of a fishing pole,
A bait, an enticement, hanging to
Allure the donkey.
I am the Jackass.
It swings in front of me.
-daily; weekly; FOREVER!
I know I can never reach it,
Never yank it off the hook.
Only during small moments can I lick it,
But never-oh-never do I get it.
Yet, with it always there,
I chase, I chase, I CHASE!
I know it will never be mine,
But it owns me, controls me,
And I can’t stop chasing.
-chasing the carrot that
NEVER
SHALL
BE.
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Chasing the Carrot
by Stephanie Daich
