More and More I Fear

More and more I fear
There's no point to being here
That as time goes by and by
I'll only live then die

That from nothing I once came
And will return just the same
Ashes and ashes and dust
Iron-strong, and then rust

Nothing ahead to expect
Nothing that I can detect
Deeds, and feeling proud
Whispers that were once loud

This isn't a cry of despair
I'm really just clearing the air
A harp and a cloud I can't see
Doesn't mean they're not waiting for me

Which is itself a kind of relief
Whether my time's long or brief
A future thin or fatter
Still ends, and doesn't matter