Life really is futile, a fact we must face,
In the grand scheme of things, we're just a small trace,
Of all that has come before and all that will race,
Through time and space, leaving only a trace.

We strive for success, for a life rich and grand,
But in the end, it slips through our hand,
Leaving us wondering, where did we land?
In this vast universe, so hard to understand.

We chase after pleasures, thinking they'll bring joy,
But they...