I want wisdom o so much.
Please tell me where it can be found.
It's the type of treasure I cannot clutch
or dig for underground.
Should I dig into books to find the gold?
If so, which book is the one?
Even if I read it every day till I'm old,
by then would my search be done?
Who are the wisest men on Earth?
What is it that they would know?
Before they all die, it would be so worth
learning where their wisdom will go.
I really want to find the truth
and nail life on the head.
Can I live wise from the time of my youth
till the day I find myself dead?

Cut into your day, for this cake is yours.
Don’t let it be eaten by endless chores.

Everything and everyone wants a piece.
If you sit and observe, you’ll see it decrease,

until it is gone. No more to be seen.
Haven’t you noticed? They licked it clean!

So hurry up! Go grab a knife.
Cut and eat, before it’s your life.

When you die, you’re the one who’ll be dead.
You’ll watch from your grave as everyone else gets fed.

They’ll glance at your tombstone, saying, ‘You had your lot',
and go on with their lives, leaving you thinking, 'What?'

This world will go on
with its energy and strength.

But you will go off.
Your life has a length.

While your body is still working,
put it to good use.

Don't sell your dreams
with a single excuse.

Realise you are gold
waiting to be seen.

Know it before you're old.
Live bold,
while still keen.

Feet push flat sand down.
New footprints mark the grainy ground.

Looking up to where they head,
a cliff stands, mouth open to be fed

by crashing waves. They spray me gently
with mist, carried by the ocean breeze.

Feet stop. Gaze turns to see
endless sparkles smiling at me,
reaching to a moon floating free.

Such beauty kisses my eyes until my heart stops.
What do I do with such love? My entire body flops.

Lying on soft sand embracing me.
I hear the crickets sing and waters racing happily.

I give up on pathetic time wasting.
It's time I discover this real world I am tasting.

I know there is a person behind it all.
He has captured my heart.
I am lovesick for
Jesus.
He's the one behind it all.

People spending life
to earn more money
is what makes time
think mankind is funny.

Using our days
to make a 'living',
not realising what
each second is giving.

We each should devote
our minutes to what
will matter once time
has used up our lot.

Answers float,
never heard, never seen.

Outside the boat
where no man has been.

They wait for a question
to hook them aboard.

Unless asked with intention,
they will always be ignored.

So begin the quest
of childlike curiosity.

The truth will impress,
giving new luminosity.

If time on Earth is short,
then time with people is less.

So be the spark
in each other's dark.

This is true success.