Here and There

I would like to be there but always seem to be here, never quite making the last train as it pulls out of the station, not getting the invite, being somewhere else and without the entry fee. On clear days I can almost see across the wide expanse to there, beckoning with its brightness. Sometimes I'm sure it's nothing more than a mirage, a shimmering deceit, playing in the distances that stretch from here to the other side of me.