What remains of a purpose, when our life has been lived and is soon over
Do we live for completion of our tasks, do we create the future for others
Why persevere, if the task is impossible to achieve, and we get no closure
Do our goals make a purpose honorable, by labors we become brothers
I stand before the chasm, our marker between life and death, and I smile
This is all that we've been promised, I can't escape it by strategy or guile
The end becomes our only means to achieve what we've built and find
Do we live for completion of our tasks, do we create the future for others
Why persevere, if the task is impossible to achieve, and we get no closure
Do our goals make a purpose honorable, by labors we become brothers
I stand before the chasm, our marker between life and death, and I smile
This is all that we've been promised, I can't escape it by strategy or guile
The end becomes our only means to achieve what we've built and find
"And nothing's sweeter than the fruit of one's own labors” Nikolai Gogol
