His work is a vexation.
Even in the night his heart does not rest.
We ask this question.
Where is our hope and our zest.

Who really are we really.
What happens to this consciousness.
What at the end is life’s tally.
Why in our hearts this restlessness.

We worship this body’s presence.
That soon will be dead.
But what truly is our essence.
Are we really existing , are we divinely read.

Vanity of vanity.
All is vanity.

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This vexation
This our body is alive
But soon to be dead

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See Ecclesiastices 1