Crawling Through Nothing to Nothing

Death waits at the end of this weathered path onto which we all crawled screaming and naked from the womb Between the sun and our bodies, the only change is time and chance - plague roulettes to rain upon us all Here we slave ragged for the same ground showered with the blood of righteous men Better is sorrow than laughter for the heart and the day of death than the day of birth Come now, I said to myself, to find out what has worth all proved meaningless And when every concubine was spent, and every drop of wine was poured Death still hadn't moved One sweeping view of / the works of my hands and everything I / had toiled to achieve The only thing that / stared back at me was the wind that I had / spent my life chasing We pass through this life like a shadow (This too is meaningless) City of the buried dead (This too is meaningless) We sip from wisdom's row (This too is meaningless) Woe to us who drink the song of fools (This too is meaningless) Wisdom comes chained to sorrow Knowledge is sewn to grief Renamed solace / laughter is madness Bored of bodies / pleasure is empty Wealth and wisdom / our gains are nothing For the future / remembers no one Time by time we crawl and crawl and every man is dead and buried Crime by crime and song by song our deeds are gone, our lives forgotten