The Meaninglessness of Life

I walked a dozen miles, a hundred days just see my shoes tear to shreds
Those shoes are long forgotten
And it's nothing strange
I rode a bike 50 miles a year and a day, then the tire blew beneath me
That bike is long forgotten
And it's nothing strange
I drove a car, I don't even know how far, till black smoke poured out and it wouldn't start
That car is long forgotten
And it's nothing strange
I've lived 20 years, I'll live some more, but when time and wear finally takes my life
I'll be soon forgotten
And it'll be nothing strange at all

It was a little uncomfortable writing about my own death so it's even a little more uncomfortable to hand it off to you, but I'm honest to you, so here it is.

Currently listening to Joe Metro by Blue Scholars