A Futile Quest

I think to myself, storms come and go, blinded by the rain and dust as the winds blow, A lifetime of ideas flash in mind as though, the perils of life will come at me slow. The leap of faith is never easy, I jump through lightning flashes of ideas freely, using wit like an umbrella to balance and protect myself keenly, assuming the enlightenment I seek is almost there. A fools goal really, to believe that at the end is just a switch, to turn off or on, as I wish briefly.