Pointless

Unwillingness is at the core of discontentment,
Arbitrary babbling, rattling, pointless rambling,
Essays of my life, my story,
I thirst for meaning,
Purpose, a new song, bright mornings,
I need so much to be satisfied,
And as the clouds quickly observes us then moves on,
I thirst for something more,
I breathe, nothing more, nothing less,
Until the day I stop,
Very few find solace,
Some over explain, others barely do,
Who truly comprehends our routine, chaotic, existence?
Yet we fight to continue it,
And breed younglings into it,
A new generation of dreamers, persecutors,
Revilers, story tellers, mascots and prisoners.
And so the pointless rambling continues,
LISTEN
No new story,
No change.
Until Jesus!
Copyright © 2009 Kizanne James