Fascination with the darkness
Seduces countless minds
Causing them to wish for something
They will never find.
Seeking for contentment
Many run and self deplete
Clueless they are striving for an ending of defeat.
Grasping for the wind
Makes for a pocketful of air
No matter what you've hoped for
That is simply all that's there.
And gathering the wind
Is a never-ending task;
As "why's" that special question
You have always left to ask.
Seek for things of substance
And define what's really good
Ask yourself the question,
"Have I fully understood?"
Do not sacrifice yourself
To satisfy a need
You won't fulfill the longing
But be suffering indeed.