Thoughts on Life

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.
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7 thoughts on “Thoughts on Life

  1. PookyH says:

    This is great – I love the different ideas you draw on and I especially like the last line (though I can’t exactly tell you why, it sort of says a lot without saying a lot and is more than it is… I’ll stop waffling now.. )

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