I used to believe there was nothing more worth living for besides the present and worldly desires. It was all a forced facade. Vanities/meaningless, it's all vanities/meaningless. Once you come to the realization that there is something far greater then you out there it's a humbling experience. My battered hands have failed me, my broken heart has turned to stone, I used to feel welcomed and loved, now I am all alone, sweeping aimlessly the paths I used to freely roam and own, there comes a time when castles fall, my forced facade crumbles beneath me. I step across the ruble and I humble myself, and hang my past and meaningless glories on the wall....it was a chasing after the wind.
Then I applied myself to the understanding of wisdom of worldly ways, and learned also of madness and folly, but I realized that this, too, is a chasing after the wind.
I used to take chances with my surroundings, my life, my soul... I would roll the dice and test the fear my enemies/societal puppets may have within for me. But in the end I realized it's all meaningless. I foolishly believed I held the "key", before I knew it the walls I created closed in on me and I lost touch with the man I know I should have been. I boxed myself in indulgence and worldly desires.
I eventually reached a certain degree of self awareness. I came full circle. I came back, even though I feel as if I have returned to somewhat of the old, it also feels like a fresh and brand new start. This coat still fits me like a glove, I have finally welcomed back my long lost friend, the Truth. We have been through many story lines, and only God knows and has helped me cross that span. Back on track, back to the start.
I came full circle. It's the things you do and do not understand. It's the fire within me that laid dormant, I became a slave to sin, I fell victim to the lines on my hands. I have come full circle, became self aware, and now I am home. Without the glories that aren't really glories. I no longer grasp after the wind.
For reasons I can't explain, once you have become a slave to societal and worldly ways there is never an honest word, all meaningless.
I had to lose so I could win, and all that's left is shifting in the sand...
Now I can love, now I can lose, now I can choose, that's the measure of me and who I have and will become, that is the measure of a man.
All the things that I toiled under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.