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