Life is a fleeting thing,
A fleeting breeze upon the skin
Meaningless and empty,
A journey with no end.

We strive for purpose,
Searching for a reason why
But in the end, we find
Life is but a fleeting sigh.

We build our castles tall,
And chase our dreams with might
But in the end, they crumble
And fade into the night.

We seek for love and happiness
But they are fleeting too
For in the end, we all must face
The emptiness we knew.

So let us cherish every moment
And make the most of each day
For in the end, we'll find
Life's meaning in the way.


© Ghost