Futility

I wish I could be in that picture. But how much would it really matter? What's in my head would still be in my head What I haven't read would still be unread I'm not there, I'm here Can't make that disappear What's churning up inside Won't go away, won't hide Now here's a thought to make your day: "Remember how short my time is; For what futility have You created all the children of men?" (Psalm 89:47) Think I'll go paint for a while.