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