Sunday, March 21, 2010

Futility ?

I set out to find a theory for everything,
A ray of light at the end of a dark alley,
the reason for love, life and laughter,
the eternal truth and its righteous path,

and when I found the truth untold,
oblivious to the seeker and the soothsayer too,
I found a nay I could not parlay,
unlike as outlined in a million fables,

I understood that I knew nothing,
and felt enlightened at that thought,
for some think we`re but prisoners here,
for some, we`re life in a hand-full of sand,

for to feel one`s hair stand out behind the neck,
at the sound of a solo on a Spanish guitar,
or the tingle at the edge of a the tongue,
over a mouth-full of melting pie,

or the flutter in one`s heart,
on a walk beside a gushing ocean,
against a million sparkled sky,
and finding that one`s not alone,
or the despair, pain, and agony,
and teardrops on the countenance of wailing kins,
the sinking heart for letting a loved one go,
and become specks of sand again,

I run sand through my hands,
and see our existence slipping by,
I find solace in blood, sweat and tears,
and life in a million eyes