The Meaning of Life.

I rifle through paper after paper
Trying to make sense of a life
I have never remotely understood
How? Why? When? Where?

How am I meant to know?
Why does it have to be that way?
When is the right time?
Where do we go from here?

Adults utter words like
“You’ll know when you’re older”
So we wish with all our might
We were just that right now

Then we get there
And we’re none the wiser
The intricacies of life
Are just secret as before

The thing that we learn
The thing parents refer to
Is not some secret for adults
It’s a realisation:

No one knows what they’re doing
They don’t know the how
Or the why, when
Or even the where

We all stumble blindly
Hoping for satisfaction
A blissful answer to that
time when we first thought:

How am I meant to know?
Why does it have to be that way?
When is the right time?
Where do we go from here?

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