Nothing means a thing

You dream big, you live large

You drive sports cars, you fly places

You raise fortresses, you build mansions

You throw parties, you marry women

But you’ll still be wanting more

The more you drink, the more you thirst

The more you eat, the more you hunger

Again and again the cycle goes on

What’s the point

Nothing means a thing

You spend late nights working

You spend endless weekends away

You lose sleep

You lose peace

You lose focus from the things that matter

You spend time from your loved ones

And compensate by throwing money at them

What’s the point

Nothing means a thing

But see the peasant fella

He walks to work

He tends his garden

And fishes at the lake

He lives the simple life

But carries all his burden

He takes care of his family

And watches his daughter grow

He admires you in magazines

But he’s content

How different are you

You’ll both end up in the ground from once you came

Except you'll have a fancier tomb stone

For the river goes round and round and ends up in the same place

Nothing means a thing

Author's Note

Ecclesiastes 1:7
All streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is never full. To the place the streams come from, there they return again.