Reality we dare not face.
Nothing awaits us at our end.
For what then gives meaning to the great chase?

Why do we stumble along the bend?
For what goal to we keep apace?
If for after all there is nothing at our end?

How then can we die with grace?
Knowing that our souls will not transcend.
How can we win the race?

Why should we care what god may intend?
For we know there will be no heavenly place.
Why should we try never to offend?

Then again, why must we win the race?
Why can we not accept our end?