Vagabond, No. 4: EPitome, Epitaph

Some may call destiny
 Fate, meant to be
 Deep down we all know
 That everything is way beyond our will
 We can't even control our thoughts
 How can we be free?
 And what is life, then
 Besides randomness, mystery?
 If there's no reason in life
 Should it bother?
 Tell me why
 Once I felt incomplete
 Failing to see
 We're also unique
 Moments in time, paths we take
 Pulsations that transform
 The world around like a seed
 That some inherit
 Memories remain, we disappear
 So if there is no afterlife
 Would it change the path You climb?
 No special role
 No price to pay
 No prize at all
 For good behavior
 Cosmic dust
 To dust returns
 One of these days
 When things start to make some sense
 We'll lack the time
 And it always runs too fast
 In a certain way
 In a certain way
 Everyone sails against the wind
 Stumbling around
 We won't ever be prepared
 And it goes like this