Tell me now,  how is it fair?

Our lives are just a gasp for air,

That stars barely have a chance to blink,

Before into the earth, we sink.

Why must we race to fall apart

For time to learn what's in our heart,

Before our last trip around the sun,

When Neptune's still not finished one?

A tragedy, I think it so,

We leave with so much more to know,

Just when we've learnt what it's about,

Our lungs are full,

We must breathe out.