Lost in thought

I don’t think anyone knows

Anything.

And certainly not what’s going on

Down here.

We ponder, we theorize,

But how can one know

With so little to go on—

With ambiguity as abundant

As the air we breathe?

I think the people who think they know,

Are the most lost.

(Uh oh)

I’ve never heard of “found in thought.”

Have you?

Perhaps the meaning of life

Is to stop asking what life means.

Perhaps I’m already there,

But my mind needs time to catch up,

Or better yet,

Get left behind. 

What a joke.

I’m dead.