We have a little money,
little wit and little strength
a little time, one lifetime
and nothing then

From seeming wisdom
we think we know
what to do and how to do
with what little we think we have

We have little choice
but compelled to do and do
blindly and stumbling
in circles running

Stopping conjures meaninglessness' ghost
and futility revealed and truly judged
Utter dread and fear
then depression and death

Rather, we go on and move on
little victory, glorious and inspiring
little is no handicap, a founded boast
and even the stars are within grasp

We laugh at Death in its face
embracing it as reason for life
If there is no time for Love
then so be it