Ecclesiastes 9:11 & 12
I have seen something else under the sun:and you have the Pink Floyd approach, from Time (video link) on the Dark Side of the Moon album:
The race is not to the swift
or the battle to the strong,
nor does food come to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
or favor to the learned;
but time and chance happen to them all.
Moreover, no one knows when their hour will come
As fish are caught in a cruel net,
or birds are taken in a snare,
so people are trapped by evil times
that fall unexpectedly upon them.
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
The song concluding with:
Thought I'd something more to say.
So in one, the race is either rigged or random as to its results, and in the other, someone forgot to tell you there was a race on.
Both are noting despair in the face of what passes for normal human existence. Although Ecclesiastes tends to loop back on itself a few times, one of its main points is that the net results of human endeavours all end in death. It also clearly has a Malthusian world view that all progress is transitory in the long run. Both point toward the thoughtlessness the general herd-like behaviour of humanity. Pink Floyd in particular is noting that day-to-day life can be a distraction from pursuing anything meaningful.
Ecclesiastes is at the point in the bible where there is really no interest in a personal afterlife and its rewards, so its concentration on leading the devout life comes fairly close to Pink Floyd's trying to find something meaningful to say.
You can find more of Ecclesiastes here, and the rest of time follows...
(Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) 7:06
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull dayYou fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home townWaiting for someone or something to show you the way.
Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain.You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.
So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinkingRacing around to come up behind you again.The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled linesHanging on in quiet desperation is the English wayThe time is gone, the song is over,Thought I'd something more to say.