How do the years go by?

They slip and fall from our mortal grasp

Like autumn leaves,

They fade, they die and fall,

They start again but fall once more.

What is this life we live?

Pointless in the extreme,

A series of bitterness and confusion,

Pain, suffering, emptiness.

Our lives slip away unneeded and unfulfilled,

Like sand so easily scattered,

Life is temporary and fragile,

But at the same time utterly meaningless,

We are alive but do not live,

Our eyes are open yet we see nothing.

We muddle on in our painful, pathetic existence,

Like sheep.

How do the years go by?

They slip and fall.