We do as we like

We do as we like
We say what we wish
We are quite selfish
And we do not care
Indeed it seems
This is the world in which we live

We give little attention to others
We care much less for our sisters
and brothers
Life is career, is cash
We want it all
We want our own
Separate stash

A piece of the action
On our terms
We want to make a statement
We like to offend
We cast our morals
To the wind

Our way is right
We pick a fight
We make our demands
We delight
In the fate which
We deem to rest
In our own hands

We are flippant
We are foul
And there's no end in sight
This is our right
So is the world in which we live

What is right and wrong
But a point of view
Which so easily
Can be overlooked
What is right for you
Is fine
So long as it doesn't
Conflict with my time

What are we trying to prove
What are we rebelling against
In all things we glory in
If there is truly no sin
Then why do we still feel
A since of shame
As if somehow deep down
We are to blame

Is there still some truth to be found
Is there some standard that remains
Unchanged and uninfected
Or is all lost to the wind

As the teacher once wrote
All is meaningless
A chasing after the wind
So are all things
Under the sun

No submission
Have we but one
We answer to none
But our desires
And they too
Begin to lose attraction

All passions
Begin to lose their flame
At last we remain
Stripped bear
And who is to blame
We are abandoned
And unloved
At last we begin to feel
The reflection
Of our own
Infection

We are sick
And dying
And there is no denying
So now we await
Our glorious end

So naked and cold
So we shall behold
Our so long awaited end
Without hope
Or friend
All is wasted
All is meaningless

Yet still
Outside
This abandoned place
There stands
A trace
Of hope

Truth remains
It still pleads
Forgives
It can wash away
The most confused
And afflicted
The most rejected
And convicted

It can heal the most
Vile of disease
It only requires
The bowing of will
And the bending of knees

All it asks
Is full acceptance
And allegiance
To confess
With all humility
That one has
No ability
Apart from
The truth
To save themselves
Indeed all is meaningless
Under the sun
For only the Son
Can set one free

-Joshua Lee Foist