Life is fleeting, that much is clear,
We’re born, we live, we die, it’s all quite austere We strive for meaning, for purpose and proof,
But all we are is dust my friend and that’s the truth Yet we try, we create, we keep on dreaming,
In hope, that in this life we find some meaning But even if we don't achieve great feats,
We can still find joy in life’s little treats So let’s enjoy this cosmic joke, with all its twists and turns,
And appreciate the absurdity, before it all burns