All rivers run into the sea
And yet the sea’s not full
Unto the place from whence they come
Thither they return again
Again, again, again, again
Thither they return

All things are full of labor
Man cannot bear speaking it
The eye’s not satisfied with sight
Nor ear to hear, nor ear to hear
Again, again, again, again,
Thither we return

The things that hath been
They shall be
Again, again, again, again
And all that was done
Will be done
Again, again, again, again
There’s nothing new beneath the sun
Again, again, again, again
Thither we return
Nothing new beneath the sun
Nothing new beneath the sun
Again, again, again, again
Again, again, again, again
Thither we return...

© William Joseph Boyd, II