bryyn - ecclesiastes 1



there is nothing new under the sun

nothing new to anyone

everything i do is buried and burned 

in oblivion beyond the sun



everything that we have in this world is vanity

the clothes that we wear

the clips in her hair 

inventions of every kind 

serve well to waste in a grave

weathered by rain



the only purpose i find 

is when i look at you

im thirsting for your heart

but my legs they just wont 

let me go anymore



it tickles my toes

when i think about how everything 

will be all gone

the broken glasses 

will all be made new

and every puzzle piece

will be found