The Meaning(less) of Life
If the world herself was a monument,
then she would vanish into nothingness
at the pinnacle of her obelisk
And if the earth was serpentine,
It would wrap around our cold dead feet
As we debate it’s straightness
And if this land was yours or mine,
Oh the nothingness we’d opine
as we chew our seventh clementine
Dust and matter is what we’ll be
never you, never me, forever in eternity
A soulful wisp and body