What is this life?
A grasp for meaning
A hustle for relevance
A struggle for permanence
Lest you become forgotten
As quickly as you are gone
Yet no one is truly forgotten
Even as some are never forgotten
For all are remembered by some,
And some are remembered by all,
Through stories committed to books
The young want to be old
The old would rather be young
But it is those just coming of age
Who, most fascinating among all
Wish to remain the same forever
Forget me not, in the land of the forgetful
Where stories and songs are ever fleeting
And stars fade as soon as they arise
Where sunset fades quickly into the dark
And daylight disappears soon as it comes
Truly, every man is born for trouble
As surely as the fire sparks will fly
Yet he will race all his transient life
To make meaning of the nothingness
In hope that he will find something:
An answer for the meaning of life.
