We build up our days only so
They can fall at night alongside slumbering bodies.
We wade through the river of life
Although ultimately, we succumb to the current.
Strengthening our minds and souls constantly,
Yet we turn to dirt and dust in the end.
Striving for accomplishments and legacies
That will mean nothing when this rock dies.

This is our preference.

To toil and suffer one day,
Only to do it again the next
Knowing that occasionally
Something will shine
Through the darkness and
Lighten our load.