North to south front to back round ‘n’ round we go/Go we round ‘n’ round back to front south to north
Vanity of vanities, all things are vanity
All the toils under the sun: One generation passes ‘n’ another comes
Vanity of vanities, all things are vanity


Again let me consider as this knowledge I deliver/Why I’m here my dear brother beaten down by the weather
The sun under which all oppressions unfold/All these victims grow old & toil racks their soul, takes its toll
So I ask my God, “Why” I was born at this time/When unborn peace was mine
Even STILLBORN I’D BE FINE
Cos at least I’d get a chance to rest from the chase/& pace of this life which could end any night
So I question again ‘n’ again my purpose to be sent/& again I say, “Why?” Why I pretend?
Why time be spent like it’s some passing trend?/& the friendship of men, is that all there is left?
No, it just doesn’t make sense, so I’ll scream “Why” again W H Y ?
I guess I’m getting ahead, now is no time to be dead/That just seems less than fair – balance to every affair
But a time to laugh then weep? Peace ‘n’ then war?/Love ‘n’ then hate? My God can’t make mistakes
But for what do I work? No chance do I take/Only questing for truth does my mind find real proof
That things are for real --- a time to kill or heal?/Only study does he get me to see the Peace I seek
But then why is this fool’s end as mind tho he’s Blind?/& my sight is turned towards what is right, is it spite?
This yearning inside to be contented ‘n’ fine ‘n’ somewhere that’s away from insanity
Until burning in my mind finds me somewhere divine, I know all of life – it’s just vanity