Ecclesiastes

What do people gain from their labors
At which they toil under the sun?
Everything will soon turn to dust
No matter what the working man has done
All the streams still flow to the sea
But the sea has never had enough
Just to send the water back
Back to where the stream came from

All the time we've spent building castles made of sand is meaningless
All the time we get to fabricate trivial plans is leaving us
All the tears we've shed building castles made of sand are meaningless
All the blood and sweat just to get ahead on the treadmill

Oh the sun rises up, the sun sets down
The tide rolls in and the tide rolls out
Flowers they wilt and again they sprout
Cyclical is nature, yeah it all comes round

Or like a pendulum, does it swing?
How many moons have I gone through
Thinking about such things?

Is being driven to insanity
The plight of humanity
All due to our own vanity
By idolizing what will become dust?

Oh the sun rises up, the sun sets down
The tide rolls in and the tide rolls out
Flowers they wilt and again they sprout
Cyclical is nature, yeah it all comes round

Oh, we all fall down