Reed Richards

Always beyond reach Is the one thing that I seek. I’ve known it for quite some time, But through all attempts to put out of mind It always seems to come crawling back. It has been stolen by others, Been moved away far out of my grasp. I’ve watched it be treated well, And been nearly destroyed by the reckless. Each time it gets harder and harder, To be the bystander. Time and again I try to move forward And seize that which I think should be mine. A reckless hand, mine is not. ‘tis fragile and I know it. I like it that way. All that is good in life is fragile. Look at life, human or otherwise, Perhaps the most brittle thing in existence. On thin ice we tread, And often it seems our shoes are warmed. I want to carry it to safety, Beyond the thin sheet of frozen water. But in order for that to happen, Somehow it must be placed closer to me. Perhaps I should grow longer arms.