I am not shy but I can't stay in one place any longer.
Often, you don't notice I am already on your shoulder,
But when I leave you, you may feel a bit heavyhearted.
My feathers are sweet and soothing like a fresh water,
You can collect them, as a photo or words in your dairy,
However you will never capture me in a tissue or a flask.
A lot of people don't believe I exist, they get over this.
Some of them think I am made of gold or colorful drugs,
Others can run away or attack me when I am approaching.
Many are those who are looking for a moment with me,
But they easily head for a wrong way, even if I call back.
I saw a lot of persons endangering their live to find me,
Several of them called me Death, War, Power or God.
Mostly time, if you catch me, you want more so I vanish.
Like for candy, the expectation is a hard moment to live,
Once consumed, the sweet things end tasteless, useless.
The best moment was the desire, a journey for the hope,
I exist when you pursue me, I disappear when you get me.