Inspired by Pooky’s Poetry Prompt 15 – The Meaning of Life Sitting on the stone steps of Parliament House in my warm grey coat and snuggly scarf clutching to my hot vanilla chai latte as I watch brown leaves floating in the wind. What a marvellous moment to be here! To see, the world tick-tocking like clockwork. Chatter echoes from the crowded cafes as the trams jingle their morning songs. Sometimes I stop – listen – and wonder it’s a funny thing we do everyday existing and living; playing the game Is there meaning? And it’s not forty-two. It feels like a never-ending story where we’re born in the middle – missing pieces of the beginning – a puzzle that we spend our lives trying to work out. Some say there are three things; life, death, taxes but I think it’s human architecture life for me, is Mufasa and Simba it’s the story of how we all connect. In a giant globe of activity this world is an enigmatic story that happens to feature humanity and stepping on a butterfly changes history.