Wanderers

We wrap ourselves up in our own little world
and can't seem to find our way out.
Why do we choose to go our own way -
then wonder what life's all about?
Do we find enjoyment in all the wrong ways
and find ourselves woefully lost -
then seek out pleasure in other new things -
but find that they have a huge cost?

We study volcano's, the atom, the light,
study unknowns, the uncharted -
studying past, seeking the future,
but find ourselves back where we started.
Do we find employment and sell our life's hours
in wages for other good things?
Do we seek out treasures, tie ourselves up -
then dance like we're puppets on strings?

Are we so wrapped in our little world -
in earthly things we can't assess?
Have we drawn conclusions with theories and more -
then wander so futilely aimless?
Our warmth is important, some shelter, some food -
but always remember Lot's wife -
for what is the worth of all earthly things...
in exchange for eternal life?

This poem won second place for the December 2010 poetry contest