Finality

Rust
Weighed heavy on the foundation
Easily broken
Brittle bones
Of the soul
The home built on lies
Collapsed
The metal cracked and died

And all of it's on my mind
I thought I carved out my purpose
Into myself
I thought I knew where I stood
Thought I had a place
But the more these days go by
The more I thrash at these walls
The quicker it breaks
My purpose fades and is erased

The body is a temple that dilapidates
We're all given one
Rise and fall with the sun, pretend it's all fun
But they're all wasting away
We're on borrowed time
Evident everyday until we're done
Believing it's a search for one's soul
A journey for something we had all along
Or maybe we don't?
Maybe it's long gone

And it's weighed on my mind for so long
Impermanence rooted at the heart of it all
Death and it's finality,
How it strips and steals everything, callously
Ending before we're ready
Before we've even discovered our meaning
What sort of life is this? 
That we're cast here; aimless,
And told to make something of it?
Just a mass of existence without direction

But what would life be without death?
Would we ever truly value it,
If the thought wasn't present that there is an end?
Would there be purpose without impermanence? 
The fact that life is short is the gift
It's our utmost obligation to enjoy it
It's our choice to believe what we believe -
To fulfill our passions and follow our dreams
Once we accept our finality... our end...
That's the moment when we truly begin to live...