From MacBeth Act 5, scene 5, Lines 19-28

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this pretty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time.
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idoit, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. Qouted by William Shakespeare

This poem spoke to me thats why it interested me.
this story is about a murderer named Macbeth and how he wants to be king and that killing people has not brought him the glory he deserves. They prevent him from gaining the respect and honour he wants.
And he finds his life meaningless and says that his life is sequence of days that can only end in death.
I went deep into this poem and made it as if it came to life