The sun rises high in the sky,
But brings no warmth, no light, no try,
The stars shine bright, but bring no cheer,
The world is dull, and we are here.
The clock ticks on, the days go by,
But time is lost, and we ask why,
For all is to no purpose, we find,
Our lives but a fleeting mind.
The world is vast, and we are small,
Insignificant, and yet we all,
Strive for more, for something grand,
But all is to no purpose, at hand.
So we wander, lost and alone,
In this endless sea of stone,
With no direction, no goal in sight,
All is to no purpose, day and night.
But still we dream, we hope, we strive,
For something more, for something alive,
For in the depths of our hearts, we know,
All is not lost, all is not slow.
For in the darkness, there is light,
And in the void, there is might,
And though all is to no purpose, now,
We'll find our way, somehow.
     When the terms such as 'the preacher, and nothing new under the sun' are added, then the result is:
In the realm of the mind, a preacher doth speak
Of all is to no purpose, a message so bleak
The world outside, a reflection of the heart
A never-ending search for a brand new start
The preacher's words, a call to the soul
To seek the truth, to let go of the role
Of the mundane and the familiar embrace
To find the beauty in the unknown place
But alas, the world outside doth mock
The preacher's words, a mere fleeting thought
For all is to no purpose, a never-ending chase
A cycle of life, a never-ending race
The preacher's voice, a whisper in the wind
A reminder of the truth, a message so divine
That all is to no purpose, a test of faith
A journey of self-discovery, a path to the truth
