Chasing the Wind

I keep trying to catch the
wind with in my hand
But it slips away like
fists of ocean sand

Worthless pleasures,
Can still fill up my life
Bringing to me only
empty pain and strife

Chasing the wind ends up
wasting precious time
Filling up my heart with
the world's dirt and grime

It's the same as trying
to catch a shooting star
No God in your life,
will not get you very far