Useless

To want, to follow, to fight
Fall, rise, carry on
Just illusion and fad
You get nowhere
The end will always be tragic
There's no turning back
We follow the same path
We go to the same destination
No need to rush
No stress needed
No need for fame
Don't need money
Even if you have everyone
The dust awaits us
No second option
Each day that passes is one less
Impossible return path
From ash to ash
From dust to dust