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Everything Is Meaningless
1 The words of the Teacher,[a] son of David, king in Jerusalem:
2 “Meaningless! Meaningless!”
    says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
    Everything is meaningless.”
3 What do people gain from all their labors
    at which they toil under the sun?
4 Generations come and generations go,
    but the earth remains forever.
5 The sun rises and the sun sets,
    and hurries back to where it rises.
6 The wind blows to the south
    and turns to the north;
round and round it goes,
    ever returning on its course.
7 All streams flow into the sea,
    yet the sea is never full.
To the place the streams come from,
    there they return again.
8 All things are wearisome,
    more than one can say.
The eye never has enough of seeing,
    nor the ear its fill of hearing.
9 What has been will be again,
    what has been done will be done again;
    there is nothing new under the sun.
14 I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are 
meaningless, a chasing after the wind.
Written by Solomon, the wisest man on earth (Ecclesiastes 1: 1 – 9 and 14).

Eileen’s "Wisdom"

Chasing after the wind
Can it ever be caught?
No…You can never catch love
Tightly in your grasp….
Crushed to your breast
Oh...you may try and cry
but it won't be contained
It is like the wind…elusive

And what of your dreams?
Can you hold on to those…
No insubstantial they seem
….just a chasing....
Chasing after wind

Nothing new under the sun
No new poem
No new vision
No new love
It’s all been done before
All been experienced before
It's all be said before
It's all be dreamed before

Recycled thoughts
Recycled dreams
Recycled love
Awwwwww
Recycled love
It’s all meaningless
Meaningless, says the Teacher

So...
What is my purpose in life?
Why am I here?
Where am I going?
What will I leave behind?
Meaningless
It’s all meaningless
A chasing after the wind

When I wake up in the morning
And tears stream down my face
When I reach for that pill
To somehow find the grace
One more day to struggle on
One more day to survive
I sit and wonder
Why am I alive?

Meaningless meaningless
It’s all meaningless
The wisest man on earth
A teacher
A king who had it all
And more
Health, wealth, and love
and the gift of wisdom in store

At the end of day….
"Meaningless" is all he had to say
And so say I
And so say I...

There has to be a better way
Than this chasing after the wind
It’s
~~~~~~only

~~~~~~~~~a chasing

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~after

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~the W~I~~N~~~D~~~


Eileen Manassian
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