Vanity

The breaking of glass, wild

Across the wind, shatters 

Spreading wings, rapidly 

Around and around and around it goes 

Spinning low, spinning deep, 

Blowing me and blowing you -

Away - 

Notice the ones and - notice the twos 

Lines straight, lines curved 

All but of the same material 

Water and blood, water and blood 

Jumping, running, pacing, breathing 

Time ticking, skipping beats 

Of vows, of woes, of goals and of foes 

Always searching, never reaching 

Sun dim, moon bright 

Mountains flat, valleys high 

Upside down goes humanity 

Theories flowing, chaos growing 

All that pacing, all that running 

Vain ambitions, away like the wind 

Nothing more, nothing to it 

All but vanity, nothing but vanity. 

The chore of you, the chore of me 

Cannot anchor anywhere here 

Nothing left, not a chance 

All is done, all is gone