Chasing the Wind

Like a dog

Chasing his tail

Where he only ends up

Where he started,

Chasing our

Worldly dreams

Is quite futile.



If we expect

To know everything,

The only things

We will know

Are pain and suffering

For that is what

The world is made of.



God reveals only

What he believes us

Able to understand

Not because he

Enjoys keeping secrets

But because there

Are things we could

Never hope to

Wrap our minds around.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Inspired by: Ecclesiastes 1: 12-18

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