Conversations

Thinking on it,

I don’t think I’ve ever had a meaningful conversation.

 

I bite,

I chew my letters,

I spit,

Imbuing my words with the bitterness of thought.

 

Yet despite the introspection,

The meaning of life eludes me.

Such is the ambition,

Denied to me by lacklustre fellows.

 

A sad outcome for a whirring mind.

The truth is surely that.

Yet I’ve come to the realization.

Might I in time grapple with it once again?

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