Thinking on it,
I don’t think I’ve ever had a meaningful conversation.
I chew my letters,
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?