WWYD

When the darkness is all around
And light, so far away.

Tiny spot
in the distance.
Neither here nor there,
lights the way
to eternity.

Why does it always seem that what we want is just out of reach, and when you reach it, it just flits away, away from your fingertips, lingering in the near distance in front of you. The carrot enticing the horse, except this time
the horse knows that it will never get the carrot.

What if the horse stops chasing the carrot?
What if we stop following the light?
What would you do?