This one seems to me like it is about the futility of human life.
We go around hiding from death, stretching our faces to look young, lying about our ages, and death (dressed and draped in a cold black cape) is indifferent to the whole struggle.
Our lives are a constant series of building relationships and tearing them down, building hope and tearing it down, building dreams and tearing them down. And in the back of our heads we know that at the end of every road lies death. All of the tail-chasing and nail biting is futile, for we are all frail in the end.
This one seems to me like it is about the futility of human life.
We go around hiding from death, stretching our faces to look young, lying about our ages, and death (dressed and draped in a cold black cape) is indifferent to the whole struggle.
Our lives are a constant series of building relationships and tearing them down, building hope and tearing it down, building dreams and tearing them down. And in the back of our heads we know that at the end of every road lies death. All of the tail-chasing and nail biting is futile, for we are all frail in the end.