To what place am I headed
when will it all come to an end?
What shall be my fate
if all this is vanity before me
I have considered everything
that I have done in my years
I am writing like that old man, nay,
a wise king in the ancient of days.
He saw through everything as vain
useless pursuits and baseless aims
yet here I am running against time’s hands
seeking glory wherever it may lie.
He saw through the wickedness of hearts
saw his senseless passion and pride
here am I just starting to build
my castles, and my fortresses inside.
Would I take heed to one
whose years have taken its toll
one whose wisdom transcends
any other man’s final scroll
here’s a man who ruled kingdoms
brought riches to his country
made other lands tumble and fall
while me, I couldn’t even rule myself.