Swirling hevel, swirling, swirling
Smoke-like swirls around my hands

Wasted moments, ever wasted
Expressed like judges in my mind

Detriment hidden within reason
Like a knife spun one more time

If She is right I’ll have no comfort
Only torment in my mind

Those six feet under give no answer
Nor the ashes on the wind

Nor my time in ponderous sorrow
With these thoughts upon my mind

If I am wrong then I will die
Unending deaths in pain and anguish
While She turns her face to glory

Is there nothing more before me
And no reason on my mind?

Have I overthought the very thing
I have been so careful to divine?

There’s always truth, just not for us
The past was written down by man
In many ways and many forms

So what to trust and what is truth?

Hevel, hevel, all is hevel
Just as The Story says

My friend,

why come to despair at my ruin
when you did nothing to prevent it?

Why wait for the news of my fate
when before you were nothing but occupied?

Why hold me without letting go
when all you did was push me aside?

And why, now that I am supposedly fine,
do you turn your back and walk away?

Hush child -
Don't you know your words mean nothing?
Not because they are meaningless
But because no one will listen