Neither the wise nor the fool
Will be remembered for long,
Since both will be forgotten
In the days to come.

Both the wise and the foolish
We all will one day die.
Everything seems pointless
Like catching wind from the sky.

It’s easy to fall into a pit
Of deep and dark despair.
We work so hard, then pass away.
So why should we even care?

We can fill our days with pleasure
Make achievements of every kind
Then get drunk off wine and wonder
What it takes to quiet our mind.

Yes, even this seems pointless,
When we step back and look away.
Spend enough time pondering it
We end up on our knees to pray.

Alas! It’s this! Our purpose is here.
In Him, we find it all more clear.
He came with meaning after the fall.
Now life’s not so pointless after all.