The Vanity of Life

The vanity of life, a fleeting thing,

A shadow in the wind, a song without a ring.

A show that’s soon forgotten, a tale that’s quickly told,

A glimpse of what could be, a story that grows old.

We chase after fame, and riches untold,

We seek to be remembered, in tales that never grow old.

But in the end, what is left behind,

Is a legacy of emptiness, a life that was not kind.

The vanity of life, a chase after the wind,

A search for the meaning, of a purpose we cannot find.

A quest for the answers, a thirst for the truth,

A longing for something, that seems just out of reach, uncouth.

We build up our empires, and seek to be known,

We pour out our hearts, and we suffer alone.

But all that we leave, is emptiness behind,

A void in the world, a life that was not kind.

So let us embrace, the truth that we find,

A life that is full, and a heart that is kind.

For the vanity of life, is just a fleeting thing,

A shadow in the wind, a song without a ring