From age to age
Century out of century
They say life's a stage
So why cant we all act up and make merry
But there's nothing in this world that ever satisfies
Some say it's all vanity
Others wait till eternity
But it's the human emptiness
It has always been
And so shall it always be
Despite the "EVERYTHING"
The human heart has yet seen
For in our nature
We always wanting
And even in sore displeasure
We still keep searching
I think its in our bowels
As hunger is
Can humans ever get to the fill?
Let us and all pretense peel
Happiness and joy, all still insatiable
I get what you thinking
But dear, the emptiness
Still resides
Many come
Many go
We still here
Still writing
Still complaining
That's it again
The utter emptiness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The utter emptiness! Vanity of vanities