Is this where it ends?
Is the search for meaning empty?
The fruits of faith simply confusion
.
I thought the meaning of life was relationship
I have loved so many people
And I show that
By failing to keep in contact and rarely seeing them
.
Is it just me?
Am I the defective part of this equation?
Is there only meaning for those that are good at this?
.
Maybe it is all just subjective
Meaning is only assigned not astrally imparted
Your own personal chemical imbalance
Determines if anything has meaning on any given day
.
Possibly it is all empty
Life a fleeting flash in the void of nothing
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Possibly it is everything
Dimensional possibilities beyond even our faintest hopes of comprehension
.
Or maybe, just maybe
It is coffee
unhiddenlight 
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