The Meaning of Life perched

On a bench in the park

Watching people pass

Until the sky grew dark.

And still the next day

He stayed in his seat

Neither squirming nor sweating

From the sun’s ferocious heat.

The Meaning of Life called

To any who passed by

“Find me!” -

But none gave reply.

The Meaning of Life waited

For someone to come along

And give Meaning purpose

And a place to belong.

But no one stopped to look

No one stopped to inquire

As to what they might do

To give their life some fire.

The Meaning of Life knew

That many walked about

Dreaming through their life

Day in and day out.

They lived without thinking

Content merely to be

Though on the inside

They lacked a fundamental key.

The Meaning of Life wished

They’d search for him a little

Try to find the lively spark

And stop acting noncommittal.

He knew that some had fought

To discover a deeper drive

They’d called out his name

Sounding fresh and alive.

But his answer always shocked them

They turned away in despair

For how could they reach

A castle in the air?

The Meaning of Life slumped

On a bench in the park

Watching people pass

Who, like him, had no spark.