What is eternal

Here in the night as I fill the inferno
I stir at the dark thinking what is eternal
and hew would of thought my fate would
of taken this trust in the rode on which I have wandered
to see ones hole life I find that nothing is remembered
what good is a life if nothing is remembered
all that I do in this life
nothing to to be remembered
nothing to be thought about
nothing to be dreamed about
so what is the point of living this life?