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Meaningless! Everything bides its time! Meaningless! What is this terrible crime? Evil or righteous, Both will still die. All is contemptuous, Feel tears that we cry. Broken and battered, Our lives will lie shattered. Is happiness naught but a lie? Meaningless! Chasing after the wind! Meaningless! The darkness has grinned! Perseverance or pleasure, Both will still rot. Contemplations and treasure, Both come to naught. Shattered and torn, We bear a horrible thorn. Decay is at its terrible leisure. Meaningless! Standing all alone! Meaningless! Living as one’s own! Labor and toil, Merely chase the wind. Within the mortal coil, Pain and grief grinned. Sleep has no peace, Cares do not cease. Man returns to the soil. Meaningless! Enough never exists! Meaningless! Joy constantly resists! Riches come to harm, And steal joy relentlessly. Wealth has no charm, And deprive sleep incessantly. Appetites never satisfied, Unto the day man died. Abundance simply awaits alarm. Meaningless! All t

I ponder the stones and wonder at their names. There is a chill in my bones as memory plays games. So many lay still beneath the earthy sky, lining hill after hill so calmly they die. I look at my life reflected in stone, I feel the strife of a future unknown. What did they see, those swallowed in death? Are they now free as they lie without breath? Or do they now weep for life that is lost? Disturbed as they sleep at the great cost. I cannot now know what awaits me ahead, or where I will go before I am dead. So I shall live right as right as I may, and long for the light, the light of the day. I ponder the stones and who I will be. I sigh in soft tones and know I'll be free. Death is no monster or tyrant at all, I fear it no longer as He paid for the fall. So in life I shall wander the wintry trail, and stop to ponder a love that won't fail. I ponder each stone as a path up ahead, no longer alone, no longer with dread.