In Vain

Words are but fleeting thoughts
Strewn about time and space
With hopes of reaching an ear
To keep them from being in vain

Images that may be real
Or maybe an illusion
With hopes of being seen
To keep them from being in vain

Reaching out to touch
To be touched in return
With hopes of feeling something
To keep from being in vain

Life with all its splendor
Also comes with much despair
As we hope to leave something behind
To keep from being in vain