Ecclesiastes

He reached for the top
but there was nothing there

no pandora's box
no rocky peak

no gasping for air
no mountainous view
no pot of gold
nor silver lake to view

no rush of might
no warn of defeat

just empty grey dust
just him
looking down at his tired feet

what instigated this fool
what sparked his feat

why try to be the measure of all things
why leap a tall building
what would posses him
what illed him like unsalted meat


for all his toil
at journey's end
he stood with waking eye
searching for loss of sleep

no marching bands
nor trumpeteers

no quiet young girls to calm his jeers
no cash prize could dry his tears
no one here but him all ears

wondering what had let him steer

for all his quest led him here
vanity he exclaimed
as he stood
no chair