Contemplation
I'm feeling quite pensive as I sit
Resting my back on this tree
Is there really a meaning to life?
Is there really a purpose for me?
Why am I here is the question I ask
What am I put here to do?
That is the question that really haunts me
It probably haunts you too
I once read a book called The Meaning of Life
But I found it misleading you see
The thing that I read and the things that it said
Didn't make any sense to me
It said maybe take up gardening
Which didn't help me at all
Cos I don't have garden I live in a flat
And my houseplants have died one and all
It suggested becoming a poet
But poetry isn't for me
If you saw any poem I'd written
I'm pretty sure you would agree
All of these thoughts are confusing my mind
As they run around in my head
I think I'll take action tomorrow
But for now I'm off home to bed
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