In the end, it doesn't even matter.

Life isn't some insignificant, nor metaphysical journey
Decomposing organic matter constrained to obvious limitations
Once a certain level of complacency is established within that factor
All of the struggle, and strife trying to discover it's meaning becomes so trivial
Merely biding the measurement of your lifespan to expire
While exhausting every effort to reach such great heights
Failing to realize one thing
No one notices the gracious greatness until we're fertilizing the next batch of brutal minds
Even in their wake our methods become rudimentary memories pushing up daisies
Subjective changes, and evolutionary predisposition
Ruling it all obsolete dead formats
Throw out all the blueprints, and schematics
Come to the end pass inside the uncontrollable infinite loop
Formulating a plan to transcend...furthering our disillusionment of our causes or effects
Certainly cannot expect to make an impact here so full of morbid diathesis
Life has become passing the baton on to those accelerating faster, and further than our ideals
Our souls residing until death blooms
Freeing us from restrictions, and reservations
Just as a dream
We blink, and it vanishes just as quickly.