What am I fighting for?

What am I even fighting for?
After all, this all dissolves.
Not a thing we do will last.
When the heat of it disappears,
In the frozen lock of space and time.
I fight so I might not have to fight later,
But in the cosmic eye I'm wasting time.
The planet will devour all we do and all we try.
Even if we leave, the comic clock unwinds.
Infinite frustration over finite gains.
The smartest thing my father did was die.

The smartest thing my father did was die.
This is not a story of triumph.
Our's is the story of defeat.
We will break the world until we break ourselves.