What is life? You cannot tell
Even if you know it, you may not tell
For it’s beyond knowledge

Strugglelists’ foundation, vanity is its roof
As you enter it, so you leave it
What a place of emptiness

Life is an autumnal leaf
It drops dried at its expiration
Crushed under the feet of Adam
And reduced to dirt

Your influence today is life itself
When you are no more, it is what life connotes
Life is transient

Tell the ‘head,’ when thy windows will be shut
And thy light turns to darkness
Manure must it become, for vanity life is