Striving After The Wind

Striving after the Wind


Ever chasing,
But never receiving
Always starting,
But never arriving
Turning the corner,
But never making it around the bend
Always hoping,
But never fulfilled
Always reaching,
But never grasping

It’s like striving after the wind.

The wind blows through,
Where it came from is not quite known,
Where it’s headed is anyone’s guess
You can follow it,
But you’ll never catch it
You can try to stop it,
But you’ll never contain it.


To live without vision
It’s to strive after the wind,
No clear direction to follow,
No purpose to define,
No goals to achieve.

But to chase after the wind seems comfortable,
It appears to be fun,
No bounds to hold you,
No set path to distract you,
No obstacles to delay you…

Striving after the wind,
It comes with a price
Never receiving
Never arriving
Never making it around the bend
Never fulfilled
Never grasping
Always striving