The chase for fortune
The chase for fame
The chase for glory
Chase is the name of the game

A life spent in this chase
Is filled with lessons more than one
These lessons are our tour guides
That show direction when we are on the run

Our stories stand as examples
For souls that breathe their new beginning
Our lives are like the mariner's compass
For beings awaiting a new happening

We devote most of our years at our workplace
With the remaining time left for our kin
We are like rabbits running after carrots
We seem to enjoy this chase, enjoy the spin

Though we know this truth
We still have to move on
Knowing the answers will not suffice
As time once lost, is forever gone

Life does the balancing act
When it throws challenges at us
Days spent in silence and quietude
Will help us wiggle through this circus

Wisdom will dawn in our beings
After we reach the end of this race
We will realize that a life spent running after fortune
Was after all a 'wacky wild goose chase'

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