Chasing the wind

   why write for one to see when a picture teaches all,

   im a picture on a wall to the fallen,to a wrecking ball.

   Im inspired by the highest pole of them all.But the 

   six foot abyss gets us all,we're all gone by fall with 

   golden flasks hidden in our bible wall.Im hidden from

   my  idol  he was working since worker men called in the                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 evening he rested ,with no fruits of his labor his widow tested                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 and she reckoned why waste wisdom and time on the beckoned.