Insignificance

What becomes of life when we stop living?

And why does it matter what we do if we don't see our results.
It's like a test we take before our departure without ever seeing our grade.
What becomes of the actions we take when in the light of all eternity, it is irrelavant.

I can play guitar, but so can you, and we can play all we want in this tiny room but no one will ever hear, and even when... if they do, the song only lasts three minutes. After that it is another memory lost.

I can write but so can you, and we can write all we want to on our tiny litte desks. But no one will ever read it. And when... if they do, the words in front of them will eventually blur with everything else they've seen and forgetting is... well... inevitable.

Insignificant
Irellavant
Inevitable
Impossible.