Upon this day, I come into existence,

living and breathing, I learn to survive.

Body and soul, this is my fate,

an imposed passage of time.

Every effort is a necessary irrelevance,

knowing that one day I will be but a memory.

To begin, the dawn of a memory,

lungs breathing, blood pumping, ensuring my existence.

Movement protects me from immediate irrelevance,

and drives me to survive.

During the momentum of my time,

endurance is my fate.

Be it short or long, easy or hard, my fate

creates for me many a memory.

The diverse ways I consume this limited time,

entertain me in this lone existence.

I walk the path to survive,

health or sickness, an irrelevance.

This is my irrelevance,

the love and hate of my fate.

Relationships created and broken to survive,

generations forming a single line of memory.

In my arms lies the only trace of my existence,

that which reverberates in another time.

Towards the end of my time,

I feel the measure of my irrelevance.

The exhaustion of my existence,

broken dreams and dreaded desires, my fate.

In all of humanity I become but a memory,

in that eternal battle to survive.

Actions conducted to survive,

combine with infinitely invested time.

They remain only in my memory,

and fade into a void of irrelevance.

It is a twisted fate,

when, upon this day, I quit my existence.

I live no longer in any memory, all that was done to survive,

Erased from existence, for the remainder of time,

This irrelevance is my fate.