Inutility

Living life is often said
To be just only waste.
For after all, the time we have
Can fit in so little space.

So what’s the use of life like this,
There is no aim to me?
If all there is to life is death,
What could life’s purpose be?

So cruel the race we all must run,
To speed headlong to the end.
For no matter where we finish in the race,
Nobody really wins.

Copyright 1995