Futility

Live in Holiness

17 So I say this, and insist in the Lord, that you no longer live as the Gentiles do, in the futility of their thinking.

Drawing pictures in the water leaving fingerprints behind

Confusion sketched in detail of misinformed wants and wishes

Results seem now a constant fuel as we keep mixing every kind

Catching all the failed leftovers in broken cups and dishes

Jumping up and down as we slide towards a state of nothing

With a well-searched inclination for our now-expected demise

Almost like a group of clowns dressed up for a form of something

Into mankind’s molded degradation in search of sugar and spice

Dark clouds are now gathering and the storm is rolling in

What now to expect of this is just a calculated guess for most

No words now left to flatter for the chosen “might have-beens”

As their moments of appointed bliss are appearing like ghosts

Jan Wienen