Search for Meaning

As I looked up at the roof

And wondered why it was 

We found metaphors everywhere

The ceiling is not just a picture of artists, bars, and records 

It is, however a metaphor 

For how artistic talent is caged

And the records we get to listen to

Are mere fragments of their prodigious minds 

The bars are ambitious record labels, flimsy audiences, fastidious critics

Through which artistic talent is filtered out

And praised the wondrous restaurant 

For their subtle statement on the insular society 

Why could it not be that they never meant it so 

Why could it not be 

That the curtains were just blue 

That every minute detail did not need long-winded explanations 

And some things are just so 

Because they are

The ability of the human mind 

To need explanations everywhere 

To make connections that are as fanciful as they are absurd 

Unnecessary, yet a daily way of life 

To see the bird, not as a mere avian 

But a symbol of freedom, unshackled, 

To see the ocean, not as a mere body of water 

But as a symbolism for the soul

Forever crashing yet unchanging in its form 

The ability of the human mind is indeed marvelous 

For when unable to see a symbolism somewhere

And seeing things that are, as just that 

We get apprehensive, perturbed 

For if there were no deeper meaning 

What would be life 

For if we had no deeper purpose 

What would be our life 

For if we were not sent here to achieve something great

Why were we here 

Who are we, if not instruments of some mythical being 

Sent to change lives, if only one 

How insignificant are we

If our actions have no consequence

If our lives have no deeper sense

If we come, live, and then leave 

Without having left an imprint on the universe 

What purpose have we 

Who are we 

And why even, are we