EcclesiastesHe 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