Meaningless

This poem still feels a bit choppy. Perhaps I should mess around with the meter some more?

A thousand feet pound the paving stones
Following the lure of modernity.
Pressing toward a future that can never be.

A thousand minds race madly on,
Ignoring the hope they are searching for.
Never stopping to realize there's nothing more.

A thousand people ask in vain
The meaning of life without accepting
The only simple answer: Christ sacrificing.

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  1. I believe that I was reading through Ecclesiastes at the time this was written.

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