Saunter

When you travel, you are trying to get somewhere
In music, one doesn't make the end of a composition
We thought of life by analogy with a journey
Which had a serious purpose at that end
The thing was to get to that end
We missed the point the whole way along

You pay for this increased survival ability
By knowing that, in the end, you won't succeed
You're all going to fall apart
It might happen tomorrow
It might happen fifty years from now
But it all comes apart in the end, by one way or another