The yellow duckling

Witness an infant
Nothing ceases to amaze it
It's fascinated everyday, by the very same moon
The very same life

It strives to reach out
To the object of its marvel
Incoherent movements
A spark in the eyes

It tries and tries
The hands just don't grip
But it doesn't lose heart
It tries and tries

Every fibre in its body
Wants to hold that yellow little duckling
So much enthusiasm, so much innocence
A desire so pure, makes me wonder

I settle on a dream
The head wants it,
The heart is indifferent,
The limbs couldn't care less

I strive for my yellow duckling
That I can hold on to;
That every part of me
Can desire with no remorse