we fall blind, head-first into the world
all of our days, wandering arms outstretched
dying to find something to live for
we're shifting from ash to ash, dust to dust
always searching in vain
for a safe place to lay our heads
somewhere our weary bones can rest
once our hearts fail and our spirit is drained
wishing everything was as meaningless as it feels
but all life is suffering,
marching into the teeth of merciless fate
to reach the bitter end,
the unavoidable, the grave
'till then, we're left to struggle against the storm
to scream to the blackened sky
wind torn and left wander
blown like ashes to the winds of time
scattered like so many forgotten names and memories
what strength do I have that I should hope?
there's no sense in trying and no sense to be made
