Chase After The Wind

They think they’re focused,
Yet they are not.
Some try so hard, some don’t,
Truth is; it doesn’t matter
Whether black, white or red,
Poor, rich, major or minor
Hardworking or the lazy ones,
All their lives;
It’s a chase after the wind.

Their life’s a misty particle,
A drop of vapour.
They end up becoming machines,
Just to keep up with time!
Working day and, or night,
A daily routine or cycle!
From one Sunday to the next, a.m. through p.m.
They achieved indeed, yet, - never satisfied.
It’s an endless want,
not of greed, don’t blame them,
It’s their nature, they can’t stop!
It’s the same fate for them all.

How happy is the unborn,
Blessed are those who died young,
If only they could tell these ones
It’s all but nothing,
Just a baseless chase after the wind.
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