Sunday, January 16, 2005
Meaninglessness
Have you wondered before what issit you are doin arnd here? What is the purpose of ur life? Why you do the things you do? Why you want the things you want? Don't think this poem is that good, but what the hack....
Meaningless -- by -Emptiness-
Money and recognition,
For us, that’s our life’s ambition.
But why do we embark on this mission,
When life itself is just an apparition?
With each and every breath,
We hear the approaching knell of death.
The signal of our everlasting rest,
And as for our fates, its anyone’s guess.
The one thing that is for sure,
Whether you're rich or you’re poor,
At the end of this earthly tour,
To dust we’ll return, this I assure.
And none can carry fame and wealth,
Through the gates of heaven or hell.
Just as we entered into health,
We depart with just as our naked selves.
Why then do we still strive?
At a dead end we will arrive.
Will we regret the path we now contrive,
When we look back upon our lives?
- Emptiness - 1/16/2005 01:39:00 am
