Is There Meaning?

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


Possibly it is everything

Dimensional possibilities beyond even our faintest hopes of comprehension


Or maybe, just maybe

It is coffee

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