Meaningless, meaningless!
Everything is meaningless!
What do you get for all of your work
At which you toil under the sun?
Just to end up the next day
Right ware you begun
The wind blows to the south
And turns to the north;
Round and round it goes,
Ever returning on its course
All the streams flow to the sea,
Yet the sea is never full
To the place the streams come from
They will never ever go
What has been will be again
All things are troublesome
What has been done will be done again
And its all they will become
There is nothing new under the sun
When you experience the love of many
When you feel the pleasures of pain
When you lose yourself in the world
What do you gain?
Nothing left is new
Everything was here before our time
It was here long ago
And there’s nothing new down the line
There’s no memory of the men of old
And even those who are yet to be
There’s no memory of those of our time
And even those that will fallow me
Wisdom is temporary
Nothing will last
Works of man will fade away
Everything from the past
There is no thought to those before
And there will not be for those who end
You cannot add what’s lacking
You cannot straighten a bend
Some yet to come
They might just fallow
But with more wisdom
Comes more sarrow
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