We Are All Temporary

The harder you squint,
Is the less that you see.
The void is vast, my dear,
And knows no courtesy.
No matter how long you search,
The meaning of life will remain a mystery.
An eternity long pageant
Of talent and popularity,
Where the losers are lost forever
And the only prize is mortality.
Even autumns gifts will
Fade and die by January.
We only have so long
To write our names into history.
But only time,
can turn a page
And nurse your pain into a symphony.