Dust in the wind...

When you breathe your last

where will  you carry your accolades?

When the world is in tatters

will you carry them to heaven or to hades?

Riches earned for your glory,

A hundred medals on the pedestal

Do they console you

every time you fell?

You run incessantly

Trying to keep up in the worldly race

did you ever wonder

what were you trying to chase?

You did everything you could

Yet you were in despair?

Won all that was possible

And yet you sat worrying, on a rocking chair?

You filled up your pockets

with notes of 'value'

Yet life's filled with groans

and a worthless job to pursue

Words of advice

you listen to everyday

yet they do not have the Grace

to lift you up in your dismay?

Why then you run behind these things

Why waste your time, Oh mankind?

When all that they are..

Is just dust in the wind,

When all that they are..

simply illusions of your mind