Lines of light move across the wall
They can be reached but cannot be touched
Sometimes it is one large, trembling spider web
Or else the lines and shapes separate and move on different planes
Sometimes they move in parallel
Sometimes in different directions
It turns and points at me
And then it turns around, long and slender
It is a drug - it leaves me numb and harder to please
I will always bat away at the wall, trying to touch it with my paw
Wondering what it would be like
How would it taste?
Would it be malleable?
Would I destroy it in my lust?
Could I control myself?
But right now I cannot be controlled
I throw myself at the unattainable