It's finite

From the day we are born
We are cruising through life to Oblivion
One day at a time we stepped forward
Waiting for that knock from the Reaper
To take us to our true destination
Life is but a journey, a journey to death's door
And when he calls you have no choice but to answer
Nature has a way of pulling us back to the dust from what we came
The Reaper’s call will always call us home back to dust

It's finite